I thought this was an original idea but the more I wrote, the more it sounded familiar. I located the original version but not having anything else prepared, I will go ahead and publish this reworked post from 2009. Guilty of half ways phoning it in.
I have played a game with myself for years and usually when I tell people of it, they look a bit shocked at first, but then play right along. It starts with the hypothetical question,"If you were on death row, what would your last meal consist of?"
I guess I use death row because that is the only circumstance where your life has a known time limit down to the minute. Regardless of your heinous crime, you are allowed to eat anything you wish for your last meal. Those circumstances do not occur in the everyday person's life. Of course in my fantasy, I would be wrongly accused but the call for a stay of execution doesn't come from the governor till after I eat. So eat I will.
Often when I have been eating in a restaurant and the food has been exceptionally divine, I will say out loud, "That is going on my death row last meal list." This always starts the debate after the surprise of my premise wears off.
I have found through the years that my "last meal" changes as my tastes expand along with my waist line. But there are the basics that never change. My only fear is that my stomach will not hold all I want. Besides having a free choice menu there is also the blissful freedom at that point of knowing that nothing you eat will alter your longevity one bit. That lets you pick freely. Bring on the fat and bring on the sweets. Cholesterol you are welcome.
I am sure I would want a pound of crisp bacon as an appetizer. Yes, you heard me, a whole pound. After I polished that off, the skin of a whole turkey would proceed a leg of lamb. OK, by all rights I am exploding right now but this is a fantasy and I would continue. Hopefully, the Out Back Restaurant would cater part of the meal as I would want one of their sweet potatoes. Mercy they are good. They make pie filling seem bland.
Since my fantasy stomach would still be on the empty side after chomping through a rare Filet Mignon, I would request Lily's Chicken from the Bonefish Grill which is a grilled chicken breast, goat cheese, sauteed spinach, artichoke hearts and lemon basil sauce. Sometimes we have a meal so special that the memory stays with us forever. Lily's Chicken is mine.
Then for dessert, I would want a bag of Peppermint Patties and a tube of Pringles original. That should do it food wise.
Since they won't give me any wine or alcohol with my supper (prison rules), I will just want water to leave room for the food. By now, they would probably be putting away the lethal injection needles or unplugging the chair for my gluttony would have done the states work for them. I likely wouldn't even make it for the governor's call.
Fortunately, my fantasy is just that, a fantasy. I really do try to eat properly for health reasons. However, remove those health concerns and I would be scary at a dinner table. Those would be my choices today, tomorrow they could be different. Well don't know about you but I'm mentally stuffed.
Now my question for you. What would be your "last meal" choice?