I've had a few days to soak in the stories and photos of this book and contemplate just what my last ideal meal would be. As one thinks about their last meal, you sort of have to get philosophical. What do I want this meal to say about me or does it matter? Do you want it to be filled with dishes that you find comfort in or ones you never tried?
A proclaimed non-foodie and creature of habit, I'm not an adventurous eater by any stretch of the imagination and live my life according to daily routines. Many might find such existence too boring and uneventful, but it suits me. That being said, I would obviously not pick dishes that I had never tried before - what if I didn't like them and then my last meal would be a failure? I would choose comfort foods, including several from my mom, all sure to make my last meal a soothing experience filled with memories.
So here's my last ideal meal:
A bleu cheese bacon hamburger, where the bleu cheese crumbles have been melted under a few swiss cheese slices with crisp, thick applewood bacon, lettuce, tomato, onion straws and chipotle mayo on lighted toasted buns. My mom's version of a dinner salad and for dessert, chocolate peanut butter ice cream with my mom's homemade brownies. The beverage of choice would be a tall glass of soda with just the right amount of crushed ice.
As you thought about your last ideal meal, I hope you learned as much about yourself as I already knew about me.
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