My Last Meal

Mr. Benz posed this question to his Twitter followers: Test time. Tomorrow you die in the electric chair. What is your absolute last meal?

I did not answer via Twitter, because this is not something I can say in 140 characters. Seriously.

Now, I don’t know the rules of a last meal or how specific I can get, but let’s say the sky’s the limit. Here’s what I’d order:

The baked brie in a sourdough bread bowl from The Twisted Vine here in Fullerton.

A really good caesar (no chunks of anchovy, please).

Main Course
The Roasted Prime Rib Special from The Chicago Chop House with a huge broiled Lobster tail.

Thick steak fries and steamed asparagus with Hollandaise sauce.

The chocolate cake made from Elizabeth Berg’s recipe in “Escaping into the Open”, with homemade cream cheese frosting. (This is a cake I make…I wonder, can I make my own death-row dessert?)

All of this with a great glass of red wine, that I would probably take a recommendation on.

And I’d probably like to have a few strips of perfectly cooked, thick-sliced bacon…you know since it is my last meal and all.