Your last meal. Evereverever.
Okay, so the bad news, obviously, is that you’re just about to die a most horrible death (metaphorically speaking, natch) but the good news is that you can have anything you want for your last meal. And I mean ANYTHING. This morning we started along the ‘last spoonful’ path, which obviously wasn’t quite enough for my gang of extremely greedy commenters.
Likely suspects so far include Jennifer, Bert’s #1 fan:
Starters – hmm, Suppli or tomato, buffalo mozzerella and fresh basil leaves with a drizzle of balsamic.
Main – lamb shank with mint gravy and M&S croquet potatos (not very gourmet I know but they’re scrummy).
Dessert – Gooey, runny, warm, chocolate fudge cake, with a scoop of really good quality vanilla ice cream to break the richness of the cake.
Then Wee Jen (who’s completely to blame for all this pretend face-stuffing):
A great big mezze plate (wot?! is that cheating?)
Hubbie’s garlicky lemon roast chicken, cooked over the roast potatoes so they go all lubbly-tasty with the schmaltz. There would be token greenery too and a gloriously-risen Yorkshire pudding.
Dutch applecake, scented with cinnamon and a big dollop of cream or hazlenut icecream on the side.
I might even find room for cheese.
…and Baino:
Entree: Rare carpaccio of filet beef on watercress salad with balsamic vinegar and horseradish cream
Main: Seared green lobster tail in garlic butter, crusty baguette and warm mesclin lettuce salad with caramilised pumpkin squares and new potatoes
Dessert: Lime cheesecake on a chocolate biscuit crust.
As for me? Hmmm, tricky one. I suspect you could ask me any day and it would be something different, but right now (which is difficult because I’m completely stuffed with chilli at the moment), it would be something I really, really miss:
Starter: A cute little onion bhaji and maybe some popadums, plus some fresh onion salad and the little bowls of raita and chutney and pickle
Main: A really gorgeous chicken biryani, with buttery, spicy rice, tender chicken and that lovely vegetable curry. Ooh, although I have to admit for a very tacky craving for chicken korma too. Not had one since I left the UK *sob*
Dessert: Slightly off-course here geographically, but it would have to be steamed syrup pudding with custard AND cream AND ice cream. (What? I’m dying here).
Over to you, then. And yes, the Jens and Baino can have another go if they want, just so they don’t feel left out.
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To start? Thai lettuce wraps, you know, the kind with minced chicken and thai basil and whatever else is put in there
Then Toad in the hole. I love toad in the hole.
To finish, English toffee pudding, with lots of extra caramel sauce.
Nothing very fancy – although I have to admit that an entire Thai or Indian meal would do nicely (except for the dessert, I would have to stick with the sticky pudding. The English are good with puddings!)
First: I’d quaff an oul’ glass of prosecco and nibble on some goats cheese and bread sticks while I was contemplating the meal to come.
Then start with: caprese salad – a bit o’ the best buffalo mozzarella you can find me, with fresh basil and real tomatoes that taste of something
Followed by: a really good mushroom risotto
All washed down with: gobs of red vino – expensive stuff, of course
And then: a glass of 10 year old madeira with one of me own cranberry and pistachio biscotti (cos I’m clearly so organised about this that I will have had time to make them ‘n’ all)
And finally: move on from the Italian thing and finish it/myself off with a turkish coffee, the kind you can stand a spoon in.
Yep, I think that would do it, alright!
Next would be – I wonder, sushi or sashimi? There has to be seaweed, so maybe some rolls and some nigiri sushi on rice, with pickled ginger and wasabi of course, maybe I’d be allowed to add a few pieces of veg or prawn tempura on the side?
I’ve never been overwhelmingly keen on sweet puddings (except on cold days after a bracing walk, then you can’t beat a syrup or treacle pudding with custard). After a posh sophisticated meal at a restaurant I usually choose lemon tart or the cheeseboard. In this last supper context I think I’ll go with just some really high quality dark chocolate, maybe truffles, maybe just on its own. Melt in the mouth, leaving that lingering bittersweet taste.
Then I’d die happy. Well, I’d be cross at having to die: fine Japanese food and good chocolate is hard to leave behind.
Main: A seriously creamy fish pie with haddock, mussels. tiny prawns and a smidge of smoked cod covered in majorly smooth mashed potato, with barely cooked very young peas and some buttery spinach on the side
Dessert: Tiramasu
Rare fillet of Welsh Black beef (not blue)
Creme Brulee.
And of course I’d have had a few dry whites first! XX
DBM: Ooh I like those little lettuce wraps. And Bill Granger does a banana and butterscotch pudding that you would absolutely love. I hold the bananas for #2, natch! x
Spudness: All sounding very edible. That reminds me, I have cranberry and pistachio biscotti dough in the freezer that I forgot at Christmas!
June: The fortune cookies made me laugh. The rest sounds fab although I’d have to swap the strawberry icecream for some good vanilla, just to be awkward:)
Lola: Wow. That sounds lovely. You should really be a food blogger, y’know. I’d be drooling on my keyboard
Ma: That bloody scampi again! Yeh, I don’t mind the prawn cocktail, but I’d only order it if I was desperate (not desperate as in ‘I’m just about to die’ desperate though) x
*sigh*
I don’t know … I really don’t… but I think I would have a seafood starter
then a full Christmas dinner, as long as mum cooks it
then chocolate sponge pudding, with chocolate custard !
In fact, you can sort that for Sept please ….
Starter: French onion soup, reduced so it’s thick and gorgeous topped with a torn slice of baguette with gruyere cheese.
Main: Seeing as I’m stuffed after the soup rocket salad with wafers of rocha pear, crumbled crozier blue cheese and a balsamic dressing.
Dessert: The tartest lemon tart imaginable with slightly sweetened whipped cream.
Jen: Me too. Had a cup of tea and 15 custard creams so can’t even think about Sunday lunch now!
TC: Well I suppose they’re just a big deer, after all…