With a script deadline looming, it was a wonder that Mary Milan and I had the opportunity to be out and about last night to celebrate her successful defense of her dissertation. 

Yes, that’s right, Mary Milan is a doctor now, or actually she’s an internship short of being a doctor but fuck, who’s counting?  The school?  Feh.  The CA board of psychologists?  Feh.  As far as I’m concerned, it’s close enough.  Recognize.  Respeck.  (Yes, I have been watching Ali G re-runs late at night on HBO).

Anyway, the reason for this quick guest post on my own blog is that while we were out, we found My Last Supper, the foodie coffee table book containing portraits of 50 great chefs and their answers to five simple questions:

What would be your last meal on earth?

What would be the setting for the meals?

What would you drink with your meal?

Who would be your dining companions?

Who would prepare the meals?

As you might imagine, they range from the predictable (Anthony Bourdain, who wrote the intro and also poses naked with a strategically placed femur, says he’d eat bone marrow with his buds Eric Ripert and Gordon Ramsay), to the whimsical (Daniel Boloud answers that he’d eat whatever was in season, whatever Alain Ducasse would cook for him, or simply a foie gras terrine, lobster, pheasant, partridge and a cheese course). 

It got us thinking, what would be our last meals?

Mary Milan: Ice cream, cheese and nuts.

Me: Beef stew noodle soup, where “beef stew” means “offal,” specifically tendon, pancreas, tripe, intestines and other connective tissue that’s been stewed in a rich, peppery, dark, blood-and-marrow-thickened, star anise flavored broth, garnished with a steamed baby bok choy stem.  Yum. 
 
What about you?  What would be your last meal?
   

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