Given the hypothetical situation of knowing the cosmic fate of one’s own demise, I can come up with two situations which would unfold. The first would be the reality; painstakingly watching the seconds tick away, while beads of sweat trickle down my forehead. Like a nervous patient in a doctor’s office, I would wait for the dreaded hour of my passing. My anxiety would win against my patience and willing acceptance.
The second situation would be how I would like to spend my final moments. I would want it to be serene and peaceful. A perfect example would be watching the magnificent sunset over the gulf in Key West -close enough to have an endless view and smell the cool salty breeze. A small table covered with a simple white cloth would border the sandy beach.
Dinner would be one of my favorites. A rare sirloin steak, coupled with a baked potato and juicy vegetables. There would be a wide assortment of cabernet of my own selection.
I would ask my parents to join me in my dinner. Both of them were around for my birth, so it would seem appropriate that they stick around for the end. I would want to know if my life was justified and they would be the two people who could give me the honest answer. Though I feel I would be letting them down by not continuing past the evening, they would be the only people I’d feel comfortable asking, “Did I do good? Did I live an enriched and fulfilling life? Do I make you proud?”
Knowing the answer to those questions which would make the evening worthwhile for me, no matter what the location, food or atmosphere would be.
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?
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
MALE. 26 years old. Story producer living in Hollywood. Born in Florida, USA
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