Explode-a-rific

Has anyone ever asked, "What would your last meal on earth be?" I thought about this dilemma this Saturday morning, after hoovering up Friday night's chicken udon, chef's special sashimi platter, 2 gi-normous mishmash seafood rolls, and salad (don't forget your veggies!). All that food was sucked up passionately by me and my friend, Michael. Would I want Japanese food as my last meal? I'd certainly make room for it. But hey, this gal's home range is the Bay Area, where I'd need to add the below on the last meal plat-du-lifetime:

- divide plate into a clock

- noon to 1 o'clock: insert Lahore Restaurant's potato and pea samosas, with mango lassi

- 1 to 2 o'clock: ika, hamachi and salmon sashimi, with Sapporo beer

- 2 to 3: mom's garlic pork chops, stewed tomatoes, and accompanied with her veggie borscht

- 3 to 4: prime rib from House of Prime Rib and Mas de Daumas Gassac red wine

- 4 to 5: Dave's potato gratin and oven beef ribs

- 5 to 6: fois gras from Seasons Restaurant

- 6 to 7: sister-in-law's puttanesca pasta

- 7 to 8: Trader Joe's cornmeal pizza (any variety)

- 8 to 9: Grandpa Wagner's Belgium waffles

- 9 to 10: Roy's Restaurant's chocolate molten lava cake

- 10 to 11: garlic fries from Gordon Biersch Brewery, wash it down with chocolate stout

- 11 to 12: finish off with my own rice krispie treats

I'll exit from this lifetime with an explode-a-rific menu, and the biggest burp I can muster. Although the meal wouldn't mean much if my family and friends weren't around. I miss y'all and can't wait to catch up with what the haps is going on in your lives.