.......the warden asks what you'd like for your LAST MEAL.
Come to Mac 'n GeeeeeZ and tell me what you'd have! There's some good input from some of your buddies there already..........come on, GIVE! Tell us what you'd choose!
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Prime rib, horseradish sauce. merlot or shiraz. ceasar salad. water. slice of sour dough bread, real butter. Italian cream cake, mississippi mud cake - both.
Okay, now I'm hungry.
oh, on the prime rib -- med/med.rare
I've always wondered how those on death row would be able to eat a last meal, knowing tomorrow it's the needle or sparking time. How would you work up an appetite, let alone keep it down.
Susannah....I love your choices....horseradish sauce, OH, is that GOOD.....I love it also on a French Dip sandwich, grilled roll...dipped in the hot beef juice AND with horseradish...mmm
MK....do you know I tried to put myself in that situation after reading your comment and thought "MK's RIGHT...how the heck do they EAT?" I suppose they DO, but you made it not quite such a 'given'..that's for sure.
That's a great question.
A professionally done chocolate molten cake, forget the food! I'll pig out on that and die a happy little camper.
If I were in that position, the very last thing I'd think of would be food. The idea of having one's life formally, dispassionately terminated by the power of an almighty government should take anyone's appetite away and replace it with the nausea that accompanies dread, and the bile that goes with fury.
HOWEVER, I might be tempted to order a 32-oz. Porterhouse steak medium rare, a 12-lb lobster, and two buckets of steamed, soft-shell clams with a pound of melted butter -- and then throw it all on the floor and stamp on it just for spite.
Shocking attitude, I know. Honesty often is.
I don't like State Power.
~ FreeeThinke
No need to check for saturated fats or MSG.
Dig in...
Oh honestly, FT, the execution bit was just to invite people to think about our most favorite foods, a standard playful cliche.
Playing with it seemed fine for a while, but when it gets taken seriously the whole point is lost.
Someday, when I can find a place that can properly supply me -- preferably on the New England coast within sight of the Atlantic -- I really will order a 12-lb female lobster, charcoal-broiled, and two buckets of steamed, soft-shell clams with a pound or two of melted butter -- and probably six or eight immature ears of fresh-picked, lightly-steamed corn. All this will be washed down with a limitless supply of Coca Cola with the juice from a quarter lemon poured over cracked ice.
And you can be sure none of it will be thrown on the floor.
Am I serious?
As The Raven said, "Never more!" This is how I plan to dine on my 80th birthday.
~ FreeThinke
PS: I was joking about the 32 oz. Porterhouse steak.
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