Of course, one's last meal doesn't happen in a vacuum. There's also the location, the vibe, the people you share it with. To my sandwich I would add a glass of wine, a window opened onto a balmy Northern California late afternoon, and a few good friends and family to share the moment with. I would probably throw in a wheel of Cowgirl Creamery's Red Hawk and a plum tart for dessert. There's music in the room, too, but for some reason that's a harder choice for me.
This answer would probably change in a few weeks when the tomato season has finally passed in Northern California. But still, it's an intriguing question, this idea of a last meal. It's very likely that most of us won't have the option of choosing but as an exercise, it's an interesting way to focus on what's really important, to discover what really satisfies. Are you surprised by what you left out? Can you even begin to choose? Is your last meal very different from your everyday life and does that matter?
What would your last meal be?
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