A few weeks ago I stumbled across this photography project by Henry Hargreaves called No Seconds. Intrigued by the tradition of offering Last Meals to condemned prisoners, Hargreaves set out to recreate and photograph meals requested by some of America’s most notorious murderers.
It’s morbidly fascinating, go look, I’ll wait.
The single olive with the pit in it! Outrageous! Which would you choose? Has to be John Wayne Gacy’s meal amirite?! So much fried chicken.
Anyway, it got me thinking about what my last meal would be. It would definitely involve this:
A warm poppy seed bagel with lashings of Philadeplia cream cheese (full fat if I’m going to die shortly after), layers of smoked salmon and capers dotted on the top, drizzled with lemon juice. Sometimes I like onion too.
I don’t remember when or why I started loving this meal so much. My Mum is Canadian, so fortunately we’ve always been around bagels. I remember loving smoked salmon from a very early age and I suppose everything just came together. I make sure I always have this for breakfast on my birthday.
Now if it really was my last meal I would probably have to throw in a basket of thick cut fries, some olives, blue cheese and a packet of salt and vinegar chips. Oh and some pulled pork sliders. And a chilli dog. All washed down with a bottle of Moet… Too outlandish?
Unfortunately I didn’t have all these things on hand when I photographed my breakfast last Saturday.
Now I’m handing it over to you: what would you last meal be?