You're about to be executed, what's your last meal?

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You're about to be executed, what's you're last meal?
For me, it'd be a big ol' hamburger with lots of onions and ketchup. And both, mac & cheese, and salted fries with ketchup. And an ice cold coke.
 

Something that takes a long time to prepare and eat, LOL!!!

For me it would be home cooking. Turkey, roast pork, pot roast, with all the trimmings and a couple big slices of pie washed down with a glass of milk so cold it burns your throat.

This thread reminded me of this old joke.

An elderly man was very ill, and lay in his bed fully expecting to die at any time. In death's agony, he suddenly smelled the aroma of his favorite chocolate chip cookies wafting up the stairs.
The smell was so overwhelming that he somehow managed to gather his remaining strength to lift himself from the bed. Leaning against the wall, he slowly made his way out of the bedroom, and with even greater effort forced himself down the stairs, gripping the railing with both hands.
With labored breath, agony, and pain from the excursion, he leaned against the kitchen door frame for rest and gazed into the room. Were it not for his physical pain he would have thought himself already in heaven because there, spread out upon newspapers on the kitchen table, were literally hundreds of his favorite chocolate chip cookies.
Was it heaven? Or was it one final act of heroic love from his devoted wife, seeing to it that he left this world a happy man? Mustering one great final effort, he threw himself toward the table, landing on his knees in a rumpled posture.
His parched lips parted as he began to imagine the taste of the wondrous cookies already in his mouth. The thought actually invigorated him, seemingly bringing him back to life. His old and aged hand slowly made its way to a cookie at the edge of the table, when it was suddenly smacked with a spatula by his wife.
"Stay out of those," she snapped. "They're for the funeral."

My stepfather used to love telling that joke because it reminded him of my mother. Mom was always baking cookies for church or other local organizations and many times we ended up with a few broken or burnt cookies that didn't pass muster!!!
 

Lobster tails and crab legs with real drawn butter. Chicken wings from Guida's (a great place here) and a pizza from Mark's (another great place here.) And Mountain Dew
 
First I would start off with oysters on the half shell,then a tossed salad with everything in it but the kitchen sink. Nice warm chewy fresh bread,the good stuff,not the gluten free crap I have to eat now. Some kind of pasta, not picky,with a great sauce and meatballs that aren't all mushy. For dessert, seven layer cake. It has to be the same one my mom would buy from a bakery in the 50's for a treat, some chocolate chip mint ice cream and I would wash it all down with good birch beer.
 
You guys know death-row doesn't offer gourmet cuisine, right? You might get lobsters in a penitentiary in Maine, idk, but here in Cali (when there WAS capital punishment) the soon-to-be-executed inmate was given a multiple-choice menu that generally listed chicken, beef, pork, or fish, and then other entrees like spaghetti and meatloaf. The inmate could check all the boxes he/she wanted to, and then get a meal that closely resembled their selections.
 
Hot lobster with drawn butter, 3 slices of sausage pizza from Pepe's in New Haven CT, a small filet mignon broiled to medium rare but more rare than medium with salt; roasted fresh asparagus, a vine-ripened heirloom tomato with a few torn fresh basil leaves and a thick slice of crusty Italian bread from NYC, buttered. I would try also to squeeze in some home-fried potatoes. I would probably die from all that food but that would be ok.
 
A large double meat & double cheese supreme pizza (no black olives) and a couple of ice cold beers to wash it down.......having it served to me by the Swedish Bikini Team would be a nice touch also. :)
 
Jumbo prawns with the red cocktail sauce, steamed lobster tails with drawn butter. steamed broccoli with butter, San Francisco Sourdough bread with butter. For dessert, mint ice cream with hot semi-sweet chocolate syrup and real whipped cream only slightly sweetened on top.
 
Legal Seafood: New England Clam Chowder, 3-1.25 lb. steamed lobsters, onion strings, Tortilla, Apple and Goat Cheese Salad, Belgian Chocolate Mousse Parfait, Boston Cream Pie. Cappuccino, Irish Coffee, and water to drink at various points during the meal.

Of course, IRL I wouldn't be able to eat. Stress makes me lose my appetite completely.
 
Aunt Bea said:
Something that takes a long time to prepare and eat, LOL!!!

An elderly man was very ill, and lay in his bed fully expecting to die at any time. In death's agony, he suddenly smelled the aroma of his favorite chocolate chip cookies wafting up the stairs.
The smell was so overwhelming that he somehow managed to gather his remaining strength to lift himself from the bed. Leaning against the wall, he slowly made his way out of the bedroom, and with even greater effort forced himself down the stairs, gripping the railing with both hands.
With labored breath, agony, and pain from the excursion, he leaned against the kitchen door frame for rest and gazed into the room. Were it not for his physical pain he would have thought himself already in heaven because there, spread out upon newspapers on the kitchen table, were literally hundreds of his favorite chocolate chip cookies.
Was it heaven? Or was it one final act of heroic love from his devoted wife, seeing to it that he left this world a happy man? Mustering one great final effort, he threw himself toward the table, landing on his knees in a rumpled posture.
His parched lips parted as he began to imagine the taste of the wondrous cookies already in his mouth. The thought actually invigorated him, seemingly bringing him back to life. His old and aged hand slowly made its way to a cookie at the edge of the table, when it was suddenly smacked with a spatula by his wife.
"Stay out of those," she snapped. "They're for the funeral."

My stepfather used to love telling that joke because it reminded him of my mother. Mom was always baking cookies for church or other local organizations and many times we ended up with a few broken or burnt cookies that didn't pass muster!!!
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Takes a long time to prepare and eat, LOL Aunt Bea, you're a smart cookie! :D Heard that old joke before, mean but funny! :p
 
I'd also go with hot crab legs and drawn butter, grilled rib-eye steak, huge mug of nice cold beer and key lime pie or Tiramisu for dessert.
 
Nothing but ice cream loaded with everything but "the kitchen sink" and topped with chocolate. At least I would die happy!!!!!
 
I would ask for pork ribs cooked in a vegetable soup, served to me in generous portions over a 73 year period, along with a huge variety of my favourite drinkypoos.:)
 
timoc said:
I would ask for pork ribs cooked in a vegetable soup, served to me in generous portions over a 73 year period, along with a huge variety of my favourite drinkypoos.:)
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LOL!

Let me into that kitchen. I'll give the cooks a list and do it myself!

Honey-basted ham, baked sweet potatoes and a pile of cornbread and pork gravy. I'd probably not be too worried about carbs or clogging my arteries at that point.
 
I thought everybody would say a hamburger with fries/mas&cheese. But that's only if they gave it to me. If I could cook it, I'd change it to spaghetti with sauce, full of meat and tons of cheese on it.
 

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