As a child, reading of “...the convict’s last meal...” I devised — I thought — menu impossible: late season’s fruits, corn, shellfish unavailable in months without R’s, fresh fiddleheads — all produce incompatible. I’d beat the hangman! But that was before air freight, farmed fish, freezers. (How old I am!) “No problem” they’d say now and I, doomed, could forget ordering what I really wouldn’t want last time and just anesthetize myself with fillet mignon, onions, mushrooms, bread, rough red wine. 168 December 6, '03 Rev. 11.07
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