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hizgeorgiapeach -> RE: The Menu of your Last Meal. (4/19/2009 6:58:06 AM)
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I can imagine myself in the situation of "needing" that last request far to easily, and over any of a variety of situations.
Menu.... hmmmmm... that's kinda hard, since it would literally come at the end of a long internment that completely lacked a truely decent meal. And since it would be, quite literally, the last - it would be a difficult choice to make. Yeah, it's gonna seem like a Lot - but remember - this is the last time ya Ever get to eat - so you may as well go a bit overboard and enjoy it. It's not like the overindulgence is gonna have any Lasting side effects! (Granted, if I ever ate a meal like this that Wasn't intended to be a literal "last" meal - the over eatting itself would no doubt kill me.)
Crusttini w/Kobe beef carpacio, wild rice, & herbs; crab stuffed mushrooms; and deep fried shrimp toast as an appetizer, followed by a chef salad with ceasar dressing, and pumpkin & butternut squash soup, then a grilled Maine lobster tail, 16oz porterhouse (rare), a small lamb shank (braised in red wine, garlic, onion, and rosemary) and 1/2 a rack of bbq ribs, proscutto wrapped grilled aspearagus, grilled portobello mushroom, & roasted herbed sweet & red baby potatoes.... then for desert, a piece of white chocolate raspberry cheesecake, and 6 assorted Godiva truffles (no coconut varieties). To drink with my meal, I want a glass of red wine with the appetizer, a bottle of mead with the soup/salad, and a 6 pack of Coca Cola.
Last request - that one's a bit tougher. And it would, in part, depend on what I had done that was costing me my life in the first place. It's a toss up between requesting an opportunity to give my brother one last punch in the jaw.... and an opportunity to simply sit outside under a tree and watch a final sunrise. edited to add : that is, if I didn't make my last request that I be allowed in the kitchen to make my Own final meal...
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