My last supper would be a charcuterie smorgasbord with every kind of meat, and sauces to dip them in.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
My fantasy is to have a restaurant where there are no written menus, but where you just ask people, 'What are you in the mood for? Fish? Meat? White wine?'
I can't cook, but I have a nice book of menus... and I can plate and set the table.
The only meal I have is dinner.
My last meal? The food would be much less significant than the company.
I will eat disgusting things, but only those with long established culinary traditions.
My last meal on Earth, I would love it to be a bowl of blueberries with cold cream.
Yes, beef is what was for dinner last night. Tonight it will be my dinner, and it will continue to be.
I make a bomb vaca frita. It's like a flank steak like with the ropa vieja, but it's fried with garlic and lime. And I make a really good picadillo.
I like salty, creamy foods. I could sit down with a bag of chips and French onion dip and go to town! That would be on my last-supper list.
To my great surprise and pleasure, I have had dinner with most of the people living with whom I would like to have dinner.