Hungry?

A recent article in Time Magazine entitled “You Eat What You Are” talked about a book called My Last Supper by photographer Melanie Dunea. Dunea asked 50 of the world’s top chefs what they’d eat for their last meal. Well, not surprisingly, most of their answers were simple everyday food as well as comfort foods like fried chicken, cheeseburgers, bread, pasta, etc. The thing is that these chefs have really sophisticated tastebuds. I mean, try watching the Food Network. You’d never see a simple dish being prepared there. Even frying a freakin’ whole chicken requires a lot of work like preparing the stuffing and the side dishes and all that. Rachael Ray makes 30-minute meals look like a breeze when it would actually take you a whole day just looking for the right ingredients for her recipes. I mean let’s get real. I could never be able to do those home-made, healthy three course meals with work and other important stuff like this blog, right? But I’m digressing here.

What the article and the book are saying is that food isn’t just about taste or the right blends but that it’s connected to our most treasured memories of events when we felt happiest or most loved.

That made me think. Hard. At first I thought of California Maki, Big Mac and then blueberry cheesecake for dessert. But then I thought of my mom’s sweet spicy meaty spaghetti so that’s probably one. We’ve had numerous gatherings with that recipe in tow. I’d also want champorado with tuyo. But not the instant champorado you can buy at the grocery. I like the champorado where they use real tablea (unsweetened chocolate). I’ve never had one for a long time now but I remember how I loved it especially when it’s cold and raining outside. Sweet plus salty. It’s kinda disgusting but it’s perfect. And lastly for dessert, I’d have a sweet ripe mango. I’d peel the whole thing with my bare hands and eat it, the way mangoes should be eaten.

So how about you? Have you thought about your last supper?