I suppose it would depend on why it would be my last supper...Because I was dying? Because it was the end of the world? Because I was moving to Mars and people on Mars don't need to eat? Because I was having my stomach replaced with a garbage disposal and my tongue replaced with a slug?
Either way, it would be very simple and involve my friends and family sitting around laughing and making music. It would be a perfect day, somewhere on some rolling hills with trees. The mountains and ocean would be both sparkling like diamonds and sapphires. We would be laying watching the clouds.
Now the food part is the hardest. Especially right now in my life when I am trying out different styles and approaches to eating. Lately I have been eating a lot of raw food, which I find absolutely amazing. But, it does lack some certain qualities (of course) that can make it a little boring after a while. I suppose the food wouldn't be the most important part of the supper because I wouldn't want to take away from the essence of the gathering: friendship and love.
I think a bottle of very good red wine and the crispiest, juiciest apples anyone has ever tasted. We'd eat our apples and all fall back on the grass staring up at the sky, watching it change from blueberry blue to a deep plum, and then liquorice black. The stars would start to fall, like little droplets, into our mouths.
WELCOME TO THE LAST SUPPER STUDY
Hey, I have a weird question....So I'm addicted to food. That said, I wondered to myself what would I eat if I only had one last meal.Then I wondered to myself what would be the setting? Where would I eat it? What order would I eat said food? Who would be there? There are no rules. ANYWHERE, with ANYONE. ANYTIME, in ANY order. What would be your last supper? Please include you gender, age, occupation, cuurent residence and place of birth. Use the "EMAIL YOUR LAST SUPPER HERE" to send your last supper. Cheers
HERE's MINE:
FEMALE. 26 years old. Producer living in Hollywood. Born in Santa Monica, California, USA.
I'd be dining with everyone I find fascinating. Andy warhol, the dalai lama, albert nobel, rene magritte, albert camus, jean paul sartre, dali, archaeologists, irving penn, david bailey, diane arbus, henri cartier-bresson, frieda kahlo, the coen brothers, my parents, my godfather, my friends just to name a few…
Every animal I've ever had would be in a barn outside. We'd be in an intimate dining hall with a large rectangular wooden table. There would be candles. Cirque du soleil would be performing up close. There would be magicians doing magic and every band I ever loved would do a set. Wisteria would be hanging outside on a huge front porch that has on outdoor fireplace and comfy couches and chairs and chases. There would be a few wicker rocking chairs too because I had one on my front porch when I was a kid and I loved to rock in it.
I would start with oysters. Every type. All sorts of dipping sauce would be there. Then crab cakes and crab legs. Bread of all sorts, rosemary, olive, sourdough, wheat, and pumperknickle with sweet butter as well as a chive spread. French onion soup with a huge crouton and melted cheese. Pastas. rigatoni, penne, linguine, spaghetti, tortellini, ravioli with all types of sauces marinara, pesto, vodka, Bolognese, butter sauces! Meatballs! I'd have the lasagna I cook too. Pizza as appetizers.Hummus & pita bread.
A honey curry & soy sauce baked chicken,mac & cheese. Prime rib from lauwrys & my dad's popovers. I'd have cedar plank salmon and sauteed kale. Mashed potatoes & gravy. A plethora of salads: potato, cole slaw, mixed greens, endive and walnut with blue cheese, white beans, macaroni salad and all the dressings imaginable.
To drink there would be champagne, the oldest and best red wines. Kronenbourg on tap in ice cold glasses. Martini's and scotches, gin and tonics (Hendrics preferably), bloody marys ... Roman allones cigars.CHEESE from everywhere for dessert. With quince on the side. Fig marmalade. Champagne grapes and concord grapes. Ginger bread and the banana bread my mom would make. A million types of sorbet and the best coffees in the world.
Then there would be a renewed hunger! and breakfast would come. Huevos rancheros, boiled eggs, english breakfast with the juiciest sausages and Canadian bacon. Pancakes and waffles with any topping you want. Fresh squeezed OJ and apple juice and carrot juice.
Laughter would fill the room. sharing stories and moments and journeys and pictures. Taking infinite pictures. Unending kisses and love. Sweet sighs and full bellies. Love in everyone's eyes and spirits. This would be my last supper. What's yours?
HERE's MINE:
FEMALE. 26 years old. Producer living in Hollywood. Born in Santa Monica, California, USA.
I'd be dining with everyone I find fascinating. Andy warhol, the dalai lama, albert nobel, rene magritte, albert camus, jean paul sartre, dali, archaeologists, irving penn, david bailey, diane arbus, henri cartier-bresson, frieda kahlo, the coen brothers, my parents, my godfather, my friends just to name a few…
Every animal I've ever had would be in a barn outside. We'd be in an intimate dining hall with a large rectangular wooden table. There would be candles. Cirque du soleil would be performing up close. There would be magicians doing magic and every band I ever loved would do a set. Wisteria would be hanging outside on a huge front porch that has on outdoor fireplace and comfy couches and chairs and chases. There would be a few wicker rocking chairs too because I had one on my front porch when I was a kid and I loved to rock in it.
I would start with oysters. Every type. All sorts of dipping sauce would be there. Then crab cakes and crab legs. Bread of all sorts, rosemary, olive, sourdough, wheat, and pumperknickle with sweet butter as well as a chive spread. French onion soup with a huge crouton and melted cheese. Pastas. rigatoni, penne, linguine, spaghetti, tortellini, ravioli with all types of sauces marinara, pesto, vodka, Bolognese, butter sauces! Meatballs! I'd have the lasagna I cook too. Pizza as appetizers.Hummus & pita bread.
A honey curry & soy sauce baked chicken,mac & cheese. Prime rib from lauwrys & my dad's popovers. I'd have cedar plank salmon and sauteed kale. Mashed potatoes & gravy. A plethora of salads: potato, cole slaw, mixed greens, endive and walnut with blue cheese, white beans, macaroni salad and all the dressings imaginable.
To drink there would be champagne, the oldest and best red wines. Kronenbourg on tap in ice cold glasses. Martini's and scotches, gin and tonics (Hendrics preferably), bloody marys ... Roman allones cigars.CHEESE from everywhere for dessert. With quince on the side. Fig marmalade. Champagne grapes and concord grapes. Ginger bread and the banana bread my mom would make. A million types of sorbet and the best coffees in the world.
Then there would be a renewed hunger! and breakfast would come. Huevos rancheros, boiled eggs, english breakfast with the juiciest sausages and Canadian bacon. Pancakes and waffles with any topping you want. Fresh squeezed OJ and apple juice and carrot juice.
Laughter would fill the room. sharing stories and moments and journeys and pictures. Taking infinite pictures. Unending kisses and love. Sweet sighs and full bellies. Love in everyone's eyes and spirits. This would be my last supper. What's yours?
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