My last meal would be...
I would start with sparkling cider, and I would be brought cornbread with raw milk butter from a Pennsylvania cow. My first course would be a large portion of roast foie gras, next to an equally large portion of foie gras au torchon. With this there would be brioche and plenty of fleur de sel. The foie would be served with huckleberry jam. Next I would have toro, salmon and hamachi sashimi, served simply with some spicy mayonnaise and soy sauce. Third I would have homemade, egg yolk-rich tagliatelle, with just some Armando Manni olive oil and loads of white truffles. The meat courses would be braised pork belly with pork jus and duck confit with mixed green salad with sage-honey mustard vinaigrette. I would have a selection of different bleu cheeses with artisan eucalyptus honey and then for dessert I would have pumpkin doughnuts, magnolia bakery cupcakes, and some of grandma's apple pie. At the end, I'd probably have to ruin the meal with a few pumpkin spice lattes from Starbucks but who cares. How would I eat all of that? I'd find a way.
Porch overlooking the beach during the sunset of a late august day. Jack Johnson would be playing softly in the background. I would be with about five friends who I know would appreciate the meal almost as much as me, and wouldn't complain when they weren't getting mac and cheese.
So there you have it. That would be my final meal. Maybe you'll e-mail me at foodieatfifteen.verizon.net and tell me about your final meal!