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The Big Question: Fat Girl Walking | Manolo for the Big Girl

The Big Question: Fat Girl Walking

Okay, let’s say the Feds have finally caught on to your life of crime –you’ve been going on a killing spree, shooting in cold blood every person who says “You have such a pretty face” and then sighs heavily looking at the rest of your body– and you’re sentenced to sit in Ol’ Sparky at the state courthouse bright and early tomorrow morning:

What’s your last meal?

I honestly don’t know what mine would be, because all the great meals I’ve had that I’d want to recreate –the Snug Harbor at Fred’s in Annapolis, where my grandparents and I would go as a special treat, the incredible Taverna burger with Greek-seasoned fries at Dave’s Taverna in my little college town, the eggs over easy at Cafe Edison in Times Square the morning after Andre proposed– wouldn’t be much of anything without the company. It would be edible nostalgia, and for the most part, food nostalgia is lost on me.

I’m not Proustian by nature and if someone slipped me a madeleine I’d be all “delicious! Can I have twelve more to go and a cup of tea please? Cream no sugar.  I’ve got to get back to work.”

So I suppose I’d go with toast. I’m always happy to have toast. Toast and jam, toast and butter, cheese toast, shrimp toast, toast with cream cheese and preserves. Toast with runny egg.  Anything except Marmite.

What about you?

58 Responses to “The Big Question: Fat Girl Walking”

  1. gemdiva July 1, 2010 at 10:49 am #

    My last meal? Fresh scrambled DoDo eggs. That’s OK, I’ll wait while someone goes to look for them.

  2. Twistie July 1, 2010 at 10:55 am #

    @Lisa: Honey, you work out the menu and I’ll cook it up a storm. I can even arrange to serve it forth in High Victorian mourning clothes, should the spirit move you. Hell, pick your getup. I do, however, draw the line at a clown suit. I don’t want to do the John Wayne Gacy thing.

  3. myrtle July 1, 2010 at 7:10 pm #

    Jeni, you wouldn’t happen to live in Harrisonburg, VA, would you???

  4. Jeni July 2, 2010 at 12:48 am #

    @myrtle- I do indeed

  5. Josie July 2, 2010 at 6:05 am #

    Wait – Andre is the hot chef man?! Did he propose? Man, I read this every week and I missed it…?

  6. Plumcake July 2, 2010 at 9:47 am #

    @Josie, oh he proposed yonks ago. I don’t think I wrote about it at the time because he didn’t get the answer he wanted and it just seemed indiscreet to write about it. He’s a good egg though and will always have a place in my heart.

  7. Elizabeth July 2, 2010 at 7:54 pm #

    Buttermilk biscuits and sausage gravy. Maybe some crispy bacon and perfectly poached eggs. Fresh squeezed OJ

  8. Josie July 12, 2010 at 11:20 am #

    Disappointing, Plumcake, my wedding creeps ever closer and had a sudden though that you’d just find the perfect gown and I could just copy you completely. Sadly, I have to go back to thinking for myself. Shame.