Ghosts and Goodies
The other day I was channel surfing when I came upon an old black and white movie. I have this sick game whenever I see a movie from the 1930’s or 40’s. I search for scenes consisting of adults who are middle age or older and when that happens I realize chances are pretty high they’re all dead.
In that moment I’m watching a ghost movie. Yes, a little twisted.
The movie was about a prisoner and his last meal. He was angry and he told the guards he was not eating. Since he believed he was innocent he would rather walk to the electric chair on an empty stomach.
I gave this a lot of that and I’m still trying to figure out the angle on that one.
Growing a little bored I moved on to the national news which consisted of the current state of my country. Realizing what I had done I quickly returned to the movie.
A wise move. Trust me.
What’s for Dinner?
The plot had moved on to a popular female lead. Somehow she was connected with the angry prisoner and had just hatched a plan for his escape. But that didn’t interest me. Let’s face it, all of us can put together a prison escape with our eyes closed but choosing a last meal?
Now we’re talking a challenge and a challenge I’m not sure I am up for.
I’m the type of guy with a short list of favorite places. Usually five but no more. There’s usually three choices on the menu that I choose and depending on my mood I always work my way down the list.
How nice it would be if I could walk by every table and sample the new stuff I don’t have the guts to order.
And so lies the problem with my last meal. I would never have the courage to try something new and if I did, imagine the disappointment if it was nothing like the picture on the menu.
I seriously doubt the guards would give me a do over.
So there I was, back to my original question: It’s my last day in my cell and the choice is all mine.
What do I choose to eat?
Do I go full healthy? Maybe a nice salad with a nice fruit dish on the side? Possibly a nice organic energy drink. I’m thinking hint of lemon.
The combination would create a much needed spring to my step as I skipped my way to the executioner.
But who needs that kind of spring?
So my mind took me back to a time when we had this really cool rotisserie grill. It was fun to watch the chicken turn, the meat sizzle and my stomach growling. On the negative side it took forever and I was starving for the longest time.
Who needs that kind of memory on my last day?
I am the kind of steak!!!!
Yes, that’s Elvis. No, that’s not me. Glad we cleared that up.
Suddenly a great memory surfaced.
It was summer. I had graduated from kid to teenager and for reasons unclear I was placed in control of all things barbeque. Suddenly I was popular. Sunglasses, rock star looks and plenty of babes.
Sorry, way off topic.
The first choice of my last meal was decided: My steak on my grill made my way. Now I needed item two. Corn on the cob from our garden. The kind where you had to shuck it yourself. Easy choice.
The next item was just as easy. Green beans from the garden. Picked and cut the same day and boiled for hours in bacon.
I’m on a roll, folks.
Last but not least: My grandmother’s homemade bread. I swear I can still smell it.
Executioner, I’m ready!
Now that is what I call a kick-ass final meal. Bring on the gallows, baby!
On a side note: Since I’m running this fantasy show I’m not Bryan, I’m Andy Dufresne from the movie The Shawshank Redemption
Those familiar know the rest of the story. Wrongly accused. A daring prison escape living out a nice life in Mexico waiting for his buddy Morgan Freeman to catch up. We hang out. Work on boats, learn a little Spanish and make a mean avocado dip.
So there it is. My last meal and dab of fantasy all rolled in to one.
Hope you enjoyed.
Happy Friday Everyone!!!