When people talk about what they'd choose for their last meal, they always seem to come up with all sorts of hoity-toity, fancy-pants things. To try and fit in, the best lie I can come up with is to say mine would be a ribeye steak, french fries, pumpkin pie, and an entire bottle of champagne. In truth my chosen last meal would be a little more low-brow. I'd stick with the pumpkin pie and champagne but I'd trade the steak frites for a big old meatloaf sandwich with a cheesy twice-baked potato on the side.
Meatloaf sandwiches! They were my favorite thing to find wrapped in wax paper in my Charlie Brown lunchbox. Big slice of cold leftover meatloaf between two slices of bread smeared with ketchup and yellow mustard. Back then, there was probably a big pickle wedge on the side.
Meatloaf seems to be one of those things people either love or hate. Like tuna sandwiches and split pea soup. I imagine there's some pretty bad meatloaf out there, but I've always been a fan. With something potato-y on the side, it's my idea of comfort food at its best.
Now in truth, I haven't had a meatloaf sandwich in years, probably because my carnivorous husband never leaves any leftovers behind. But today for lunch I decided to get all nostalgic and make myself a sammich and see if it was as good as I remember. Maybe I wouldn't like it anymore. Maybe my last meal really would be steak and fries.
I'm happy to report it was just as good as I remember. Maybe even better.
What would your last meal be -- fess up, is it hoity-toity or not?