Before eating, I would use my red editor pen and rewrite these prompts. Then I would eat them. 

Discussions of “last meals” turn my thoughts to serious and depressing subjects like the death penalty and executions. So morbid. But how else do you have a last meal? 

Actually, I know one situation. I got my wisdom teeth out over Spring break during my sophomore year of high school. Awesome party. I knew that I couldn’t have any food after 10pm the night before, due to the surgery, and I also knew that I wouldn’t be eating great, delicious, solid food for at least the better part of the week. I suppose that was a last meal of sorts. I had my favorite garlic chicken from what was then Chinatown (later moved across the street, then transformed into Zen Vegetarian, now transformed into Oh Yeah! China Bistro). This stuff is divine.

If I had to choose a last meal now, more than 14 years later, I would choose the same meal. In fact, I just ate it last night. There is some in my house right now. Awesome sauce.