This weekend we caught a couple of episodes of a new show on Netflix called: Last Meals, in which the host, Josh Scherer from Mythical Kitchen, interviews a celebrity about their lives whilst enjoying what they would eat for their last meal on Earth. Hence the name of the show.
Funnily enough Gabz talked about this over on Mastodon too, writing in his post Last Meal all the delicious things he’d have for his last meal. So of course, I had to follow suit and write about what I would love to eat as my Last Meal.
First Course
I would start with a soup, Gazpacho to be exact. And not any Gazpacho, my fav was made by the head chef at the Musee des Beaux Arts restaurant here, in Quebec City. It was bursting with flavour and definitely up there in soup heaven.
Second Course
I’d follow that up with my favourite ham & mushroom pizza (or, even just a slice) from the No. 900 which does the best pizza I’ve ever tasted outside of Italy. Well okay, I haven’t tasted every pizza. But this one is pretty close to the best you’ll ever taste, and so says the Michelin Guide.
Main Course
Ah, there are so many dishes I’d want to taste again and for my last meal. Dishes my mother cooked me as a kid. Her sweet and sour pork, her Chinese BBQ pork, or her 5 spice slow roasted pork. But of them all, I think I would go for her traditional Sunday roast chicken dinner with all the trimmings and my dad’s special gravy.
Maybe, like the show, I could have a small tasting of all these dishes and maybe side of my mum’s mac and cheese as well, thanks.
Dessert
No meal is complete without at least one or two desserts. And out of all the ice creams I’ve tasted over my life time, and enjoyed, I think, in the end, I’d go for the singularly outstanding tasting lemon merengue pie made locally, here, on the island the ile d’Orleans. The lemon quotient in these pies is off the charts. Never mind the soft fluffy pillow of merengue that sits atop the tart velvety lemon filling that literally make your mouth salivate.
Not to be outdone, I’d also want a serving of my mother’s stick-to-your-ribs rice pudding. It was thick enough you could stand a spoon up in it and rich enough that you couldn’t stop eating it. And yes, we all fought over who got the skin off the top. There was never enough to go around.
And there you have it. I might even finish the meal off with a good coffee, a selection of cheeses and Carr’s water biscuits. Except, I’m no longer allowed coffee, so maybe a good Turkish or Moroccan mint tea.
And you, what would you have for your last meal on earth?
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