If you knew that whatever you ate next would be your last meal, what would you want it to be?
OK. My answer to today's blog post prompt might seem maudlin or simply cheesy, but if I were in a "last meal" situation, I wouldn't care what the meal was. Why would I? The first answer that came to my mind when I read the prompt was: give the food to someone who could really use it. The idea came to me because yesterday, when I was looking for a canned ingredient for today's dinner, I discovered that I had three and four of the same item--many more food staples than my husband and I could eat in several months. There's just the two of us here (plus our two rescue dogs) and we always have more than enough food. But just down the figurative street from me, there are many, many people who have NOTHING to eat; and a large number of them are part of the "99%" who never thought they'd be in a "homeless and hungry" situation.
I was brought up to be one of those "bleeding-heart liberals" who believes that we should reach back to help and take care of those who are less fortunate and/or "just ain't able" (as my grandmother would say), and my natural knee-jerk answer would be to give away what I don't need.
So whatever would hypothetically happen to me to put me in a "last meal" situation, it would lead me to give my last meal to someone who really needs it to live another day. I would neither need nor want another meal.
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