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Monday, March 10, 2008 1:28 AMMy Last Supper
there are new pictures on my flickr page, but flickr is still spelled stupid. i want you all to know what i look like so you don't think i look like tyler florence.
there's nothing wrong with him. except that he looks more like a chili-eating parrot than he looks like me. Tyler Florence would eat fried chicken for his last meal, according to the cool book Allison got me for March Tenth. I will now answer the questions put to famous chefs in the book:
What would be your last meal on earth?
knowing my luck, it'll be a crummy sandwich or lame potatoes or something. If I could choose, I would have raw oysters (not too rainy, shucked myself, Crystal hot sauce, saltines), buffalo wings (sauce not broken, juicy/crispy, more flappy parts than drumettes, bleu cheese dressing), an awesome burger (med rare, dijon mustard, perfect tomato, crispy lettuce, poached egg, pickled jalapeno, crumbled potato chips[Ruffles], American cheese, puffy bun with no sesame seeds grilled on the flattop with clarified butter), Dad's BBQ chicken wings, Barnaby's pizza (sausage & mushroom, made by the tall dude not the fat guy) & mexican chocolate & fresh macaroons (no less than 2 minutes old) for dessert. If we could get some Waffle House hashbrowns to absorb what ever drips off the wings and burger that would be great. and plenty of nigiri, especially scallop. and a caja china pig. and risotto with like a whole tin of saffron in it. and pan bagnat the way Jaques Pepin & Julia Child made it. and fiddle heads. and artichokes the way mom used to do them. if i still have room i would like a chili dog with cole slaw and fresh crazy fruits like lychees.
what would be the setting for the meal?
we would enjoy the first couple courses al fresco at Kleeman Plaza, then head into the left side of Barnabys and spread out across two tables.
what would you drink with your meal?
I would like to have some cold Abita Amber with my oysters & wings. burgandy with the burger (from some vineyard & vintage i could never afford) & some heavy duty italian red with the pizza. plenty of dry champagne before and after each course, and pitchers of Arnold Palmer. ice cold 2% milk with the macaroons.
would there be music?
we'll have Emily put together a good shuff, and then roll ourselves to the GbV reunion show at the old Cow Haus after dinner. no TV.
who would be your dining companions?
with friends like mine, who needs dead philosophers and famous people? Adlai Stevenson would be cool, though. and Princess Grace Kelly. That would probably be what killed me, watching Grace Kelly eat chicken wings. or maybe the chicken wings themselves.
who would prepare the meal?
not me! i'll make the bleu cheese dressing and sabre the champagne but thats it.
Labels: Barnabys, beer, cool people, GBV, last supper, wine, wings
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