125. Steak and Chips

Sometimes, just for fun you understand, I try to decide what I would have for my last meal. The Alabama Institute of Corrections used to have a website on which they posted all the 'last meal' requests of the poor mentally challenged black men they murdered with their gruesome capital punishment habit - and it made for rather fascinating reading. Most of them wanted a cheeseburger, which is understandable, as cheeseburgers are both delicious and comforting. Some just wanted a pint of ice-cream.

Anyway, I usually come back to steak and chips. I'd want my Mum's Chicken Liver Pate to start with, then an entrecote steak cooked medium rare, skinny chips, bearnaise, french mustard and maybe a small rocket salad (though it might be too late to worry about eating healthily). Then I'd want cheese. And all of it washed down with as much Pomerol as I could drink.

But what about roast chicken? Spaghetti Bolognese? Lobster Bisque? Fish and chips? Eggs Benedict?

It's a good thing that I'm unlikely ever to face the death penalty (although I shouldn't speak too soon) because I wouldn't be able to decide on my last meal. Do you think that my indecision would postpone the inevitable? Or would they just give me the consensus choice - a cheeseburger, a Coke and a pint of ice-cream? Actually, you know, that might not be so bad...