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What would your 'last supper' be?Posted Thursday, October 25, 2007, at 5:42 AM
While waiting for a doctor's appointment this week, I was thumbing through the latest issue of Time magazine and came across an interesting article about the selection of "last meals" by a number of well-known chefs from around the world.
The culinary artists were all asked what their personal pick of a final "last supper" might be - similar to what a death row inmate would be asked just before execution.
Surprisingly, most of the selections from these gourmet chefs turned out to be standard menu selections like fried chicken, steak and pasta dishes. Some included tasty delights like their favorite pies or candy.
The story got me to thinking about what I would ask for if I knew the meal would be my last.
Knowing it would be my last on the face of this earth, there would be no reason to worry about calories or the amount of sugar, so the thought was very intriguing to my palette.
Anyone who knows me, knows for sure I have a real love for anything barbequed.
You name any kind of meat and if you slap it on a charcoal grill, slop some barbeque sauce on it, cook it real slow and I'd eat it. I'm not very picky in that department.
But if I had to make a selection for my last meal, I would have to pick barbequed mutton from my favorite eatery - Moonlight BBQ in Owensboro, KY; turtle soup from one of the church picnics around Perry or Dubois County; homemade cole slaw - the creamy kind with red cabbage and carrots; a couple big kosher dill pickles; a slice of sweet onion; and the meal wouldn't be complete without banana pudding.
It doesn't get much better than that.
I was wondering what you would pick for your "last supper'?
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