What would be your Last Meal

The reason for such a fate would determine my state of mind. Would I be humbled by the experience? Would I be embittered by it all? No matter what, I can only imagine feeling humbled and bitter. To be robbed of not only my freedom but my very life is more than I can fathom. I would have to examine my life to see where I went wrong. Food in the traditional sense would not be on my mind. My favorite foods have always been prepared in love. as a celebration of life, so this would be a travesty to me. How could I eat? I will give you two conditional menus. 1. If I were caught in circumstances where, when I looked at it objectively, I could clearly understand how no one could possibly believe me, I still would be bitter. How could fate be so cruel!? My faith would be challenged to the core. Madam Warden could prepare a pot of her best herbal fruit blend tea along with tea cakes (better known as sugar cookies in other circles) like my mother used to make. This is no easy task. She would probably have to go into her test kitchen for several months to perfect this recipe. My mother, like many good cooks everywhere, never measured anything and never wrote her recipes down, but everything always seemed to come out just right. If Madam Warden were patient, between us we could come close to making the same wonderful cookies that my mother used to make. 2. If I were convicted because I was framed, then nothing less than the head(s) of the one(s) responsible for my demise would satisfy me. I could not ask anyone to prepare what I really wanted. They could not grant my wish without condemning themselves to a fate just as terrible as mine. I would be Salome and Hannibal Lecter rolled into one. For those who don’t know, in the New Testament of the bible, Salome danced at King Herod’s birthday banquet. King Herod was so pleased that he told Salome he would give her anything she wanted. Salome, after consulting with her mother, asked for John the Baptist’s head on a platter. I won’t give the plot away about Hannibal Lecter, but I will tell you he is one to be reckoned with. If you like murders, thrillers, FBI stories and that kind of stuff, check out the author, Thomas Harris. Madam Warden could give me the heads of the people who framed me in full dress with their skin on, eyes open, and every nerve and brain cell alive as long as possible, braised and baked at a very low temperature overnight in their natural juices served on a platter. That along with Madam Warden’s now famous herbal fruit tea and my mother’s tea cakes.. As I gaze on those hateful eyes in that dish, I will dream of happier days and I will envision a table laden with food that will put any buffet on the Las Vegas Strip to shame – not in quantity but in quality. Madam Warden cannot, in fact, no chef in the world can, match these cooks who bring their own brand of cooking handed down from mother to daughter to aunt to sometimes favorite cousin, but never outside the family circle. You don’t learn that in school. My dream last meal buffet: A nice southern style buffet laced with some other dishes I have come to love: My own Carrot cake (they tell me nobody does it better), My Cousin W’s German chocolate cake, banana-nut bread, pumpkin-nut-date bread, zucchini-nut bread, Tiramisu, banana pudding made with eagle brand milk, key lime pie (fresh limes only), lemon pie (fresh lemons only), pumpkin cheesecake, my good friend S’s peach cobbler and sweet potato pie, pound cake made with real butter, homemade banana-strawberry ice cream (my recipe), pecan pie with Kahlua poured over it, Clam chowder, fresh garden vegetable soup, Gumbo, a beautiful green salad bar with assorted greens and sprouts and nuts and dressings, Garden fresh southern greens and cornbread, garden fresh black-eyed peas, garden fresh string beans and new potatoes, Candied yams, potato salad, jello molds with cream cheese and fruit (green stuff, we call it), turkey wings and cornbread dressing (note, the wings are the tastiest part of the turkey), BBQ’d baby-back ribs, grilled salmon, Crab-legs with hot melted butter, shrimp scampi, stuffed mushrooms, baked ziti, lobster tails, salmon croquettes, beef stroganoff, Chocolate cake, homemade croissants, foccacia bread, monkey bread, hot yeast dinner rolls, cranberry sauce, deviled eggs, enchiladas, tamales. There’s more, but they have no more room on the tables set up in the hall and the other prisoners are starting to riot now, so I will go.

The reason for such a fate would determine my state of mind. Would I be humbled by the experience? Would I be embittered by it all? No matter what, I can only imagine feeling humbled and bitter. To be robbed of not only my freedom but my very life is more than I can fathom. I would have to examine my life to see where I went wrong. Food in the traditional sense would not be on my mind. My favorite foods have always been prepared in love. as a celebration of life, so this would be a travesty to me. How could I eat? I will give you two conditional menus. 1. If I were caught in circumstances where, when I looked at it objectively, I could clearly understand how no one could possibly believe me, I still would be bitter. How could fate be so cruel!? My faith would be challenged to the core. Madam Warden could prepare a pot of her best herbal fruit blend tea along with tea cakes (better known as sugar cookies in other circles) like my mother used to make. This is no easy task. She would probably have to go into her test kitchen for several months to perfect this recipe. My mother, like many good cooks everywhere, never measured anything and never wrote her recipes down, but everything always seemed to come out just right. If Madam Warden were patient, between us we could come close to making the same wonderful cookies that my mother used to make. 2. If I were convicted because I was framed, then nothing less than the head(s) of the one(s) responsible for my demise would satisfy me. I could not ask anyone to prepare what I really wanted. They could not grant my wish without condemning themselves to a fate just as terrible as mine. I would be Salome and Hannibal Lecter rolled into one. For those who don’t know, in the New Testament of the bible, Salome danced at King Herod’s birthday banquet. King Herod was so pleased that he told Salome he would give her anything she wanted. Salome, after consulting with her mother, asked for John the Baptist’s head on a platter. I won’t give the plot away about Hannibal Lecter, but I will tell you he is one to be reckoned with. If you like murders, thrillers, FBI stories and that kind of stuff, check out the author, Thomas Harris. Madam Warden could give me the heads of the people who framed me in full dress with their skin on, eyes open, and every nerve and brain cell alive as long as possible, braised and baked at a very low temperature overnight in their natural juices served on a platter. That along with Madam Warden’s now famous herbal fruit tea and my mother’s tea cakes.. As I gaze on those hateful eyes in that dish, I will dream of happier days and I will envision a table laden with food that will put any buffet on the Las Vegas Strip to shame – not in quantity but in quality. Madam Warden cannot, in fact, no chef in the world can, match these cooks who bring their own brand of cooking handed down from mother to daughter to aunt to sometimes favorite cousin, but never outside the family circle. You don’t learn that in school. My dream last meal buffet: A nice southern style buffet laced with some other dishes I have come to love: My own Carrot cake (they tell me nobody does it better), My Cousin W’s German chocolate cake, banana-nut bread, pumpkin-nut-date bread, zucchini-nut bread, Tiramisu, banana pudding made with eagle brand milk, key lime pie (fresh limes only), lemon pie (fresh lemons only), pumpkin cheesecake, my good friend S’s peach cobbler and sweet potato pie, pound cake made with real butter, homemade banana-strawberry ice cream (my recipe), pecan pie with Kahlua poured over it, Clam chowder, fresh garden vegetable soup, Gumbo, a beautiful green salad bar with assorted greens and sprouts and nuts and dressings, Garden fresh southern greens and cornbread, garden fresh black-eyed peas, garden fresh string beans and new potatoes, Candied yams, potato salad, jello molds with cream cheese and fruit (green stuff, we call it), turkey wings and cornbread dressing (note, the wings are the tastiest part of the turkey), BBQ’d baby-back ribs, grilled salmon, Crab-legs with hot melted butter, shrimp scampi, stuffed mushrooms, baked ziti, lobster tails, salmon croquettes, beef stroganoff, Chocolate cake, homemade croissants, foccacia bread, monkey bread, hot yeast dinner rolls, cranberry sauce, deviled eggs, enchiladas, tamales. There’s more, but they have no more room on the tables set up in the hall and the other prisoners are starting to riot now, so I will go.

tell her cook me a butter chicken with stuffed...... :)