That One Last Meal–#MFRWAuthor Blog Challenge
If I had to pick one last meal…
I hate this topic because it presents too many options. It also reminds me of crime and punishment and….death.
But here we go:
If I had to choose one last meal, it would probably look something like this:
And what does this image tell you about me? I’m a connoisseur of “junk” food. Throw in some fire grilled chicken and fried rice from Panda Express, some Korean kimchee, and some angel hair pasta with a nice home made mushroom/garlic white sauce, and I’ll be halfway to heaven. Or indigestion, whatever comes first.
Or maybe breakfast…
Seriously, though, I would love to live long enough to go out the way my mother-in-law did. She was living in an assisted living community and suffering from congestive heart failure, to the point that we were visiting her every day after work, knowing we wouldn’t have her around for much longer. One morning the call came into my husband at his office. His mom had gone into breakfast, and then went back to her room and slipped away from us.
Which led to a few jokes in this irreverent family about Mom–a wonderful cook, good eater, and always careful with a buck–getting that one last breakfast in.
This is a blog hop, so hop along with my fellow MFRW authors and see what they have to say on this topic: