Earlier this week, an interesting question was posed on Facebook. For me to find it interesting, it was of course food related, and ran thus:
“If you had to choose your very last meal on earth, what would it be?”
In my attempt to answer this question, I managed to confirm something long suspected: I am incredibly greedy. I’m also intolerably indecisive. I did however manage to whittle this conundrum down (an achievement in itself) to three choices.
1. My dad’s homemade pizza. Yes, pizza. Pizza (even when it’s the frozen cheapo type) never fails to delight me, but in my dad’s hands, pizza takes on a whole new level of amazingness. What? It’s a word. With gooey mozzarella, punchy Parmesan, a good variety of meats depending on what’s in the fridge at the time, and a skittering of fresh basil, this pizza would make anyone an incredible last meal. Unless you’re wheat or lactose intolerant, but even then it’d still be good.
2. My dad’s risotto (are you noticing a theme here? He does Italian food better than the Italians). Chicken, lemon and chive risotto, all simmered to a perfect oozy consistency, and topped with a generous handful of Parmesan. It’s a big, warm, gorgeous hug in a bowl, which is probably what you’d want from a last meal.
3. The Facebook question was made even trickier by the fact that shortly after it was asked, I went out for steak. Not just any steak: fillet steak with garlic and herb butter. It’s melt in the mouth, it’s swimming in something that is both tasty and bad for you, and it’s FULL of garlic. My most favouritist (that’s also a word, stop correcting me) of ingredients.
So we’ve established I’m greedy, but what I really want to know is what would your last meal of choice be? Do you agree with any of mine, or have you got a killer meal of your own? I need to know!
Love Dolly xx