I'm taking the liberty to tweak this one. Instead of my favorite meal to eat for dinner, how's about we talk "last meals." Last meals are a funny thing. Ask someone what they'd eat for their final meal on the planet and you may turn up some startling revelations. Take my sister, for instance. She's been a staunch vegetarian for 2 or 3 years, and you know what she's got on her menu? Freakin' meatloaf.
I'm distractedly tired, so let's cut to the chase.
Liz's Last Meal Menu:
- Spanakopita. An impossibility, but I'd have it the way my grandmother used to make it - the old Albanian way: with cottage cheese replacing the usual feta so that it's oh so creamy and perfect. We called it "spinach pie," and it is honestly one of the things I miss most about holidays from my childhood.
- Lobster.
- A custard from Anderson's. Twist. On a sugar cone, please.
- An assortment of expensive sushi.
- 4 slices of bacon.
- Veal parmesan.
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