11.3.2023

11.3.2023

The Last Supper

I have lived the most beautiful life. In my last moments, I wish to honor my body and soul. I wish to feed myself a meal that will make me feel truly wonderful. Throughout my life, I have experienced many sensations. I would never be able to choose a single delicacy. Instead for my last meal, I would request a smorgasbord. A wooden platter in the shape of a heart, filled with a selection of my most desirable cravings. 

I am an entirely different person than I used to be. My favorite things have changed over the years. As a child my favorite thing to eat was raspberries. To my taste buds, raspberries have always expressed a divine flavor. I would choose to eat raspberries first. They are always one of my first choices when it comes to choosing a flavor.  I would want the edges of the smorgasbord to be lined with raspberries. Freshly picked, the delicate red berries would bring me an immediate sensation of happiness.

Following the lining of raspberries, moving into the center of my smorgasbord, I wish to have a trail of mango slices. Mangoes would pair beautifully with the aftertaste of the berries. I wish for the mango slices to be fresh and thick. Mangoes have always had the ability to make my mouth water. I love the vibrant color and soft texture. They are almost as cosmetically pleasing as they are appetizing. Mangoes are a more recent desire of mine. Last year, there was a ‘Mango Raspberry Creme Crepe’ placed on the menu of a cafe. This cafe, Tifiny’s Creperie, was located in my hometown. I fell in love with eating mangoes in the morning. Mangoes are as refreshing as the early morning air. 

Moving further inward, I would repeat the aesthetic pattern. This time, I am requesting sashimi. Sashimi is a moment that impacted my appetite forever. I will specifically choose bluefin tuna from the Pacific Ocean. Only three pieces would be needed to fulfill my hunger however, I want the design to follow the heart. I would take my time. I would eat my filling and then finish the rest of the band. I would eat each individual slice like it was my very first piece; reminiscing on the time I spent at Redondo Beach in California. My uncle lives in Redondo Beach, just three minutes from the ocean. He promised me a life-changing experience; he did not disappoint my tastebuds. Eating raw fish fresh from the ocean sounds heavenly to me. 

Even now, I can imagine the fulfilling sensation of my last meal. I would want the concurring inner row to be lined with dark chocolate chips. I would request to have them frozen. One of my daily survival secrets has always been to have a bag of dark chocolate chips in the freezer. Dark chocolate is my comfort food. Naturally, I would eat these by a small handful, not this time. This time around, I would eat each chocolate chip solely. I would take the time to let it melt in my mouth, savoring the intense dark chocolate. I would think for a moment, “I should have saved a raspberry, to pair the two flavors together.” Be as that may, I have always been one to eat one thing at a time. 

Finally, in the very center of my heart shaped smorgasbord, there would be a circular piece of New-York style cheesecake. It would be very sweet and delicate. Cheesecake has always been my “birthday cake” of choice. Symbolically, I would choose to have it in the center of my board, as it has always held a special place in my heart.

With every elegant meal, there has to be a refreshment. The refreshment of my choosing will always be cranberry juice. Cranberry juice is bitter. It is a prominent tart taste that I have always chosen. Even with the sourness, I can never seem to get enough. It is one of those drinks that I will truly beg for every drop. I can imagine now that I would take as tiny sips as possible, knowing that I will crave it once the glass is empty. 

Even now, this smorgasbord of my choosing seems very surreal. The idea that I may be blessed to eat such a desirable creation, completely contorts my mind. Throughout my life, I have always had the idealization that I had to deal with whatever hand I was dealt. Imagining my last supper has reinvisioned my world.  Even if I did not believe it at the time, I actually did receive everything I ever wanted. If it truly came down to my last memories of life, would I even remember such mortal pleasures?  I love fantasizing about this creation. It resembles all the temptations and pleasures of reality. I have created the most beautiful life and I am so thankful to have the ability to create the most beautiful last supper.