A heaping helping of shepherds pie,
red and white Swiss chard cooked in a bit of butter,
a hunk of Rogue River blue cheese atop a baby spinach salad,
two small squash flower patties,
a slice of cheesecake from Jr's deli in Brooklyn, NY on Flatbush Ave,
and I would wash it down with a pint of beer from the trappist abbey of St. Sixtus of Westvleteren in Belgium.
As my last meal ever, I ought to go out with a bang.
Now I'm salivating and need to go cook dinner.. great..