Holy crap, it’s a tough question! I’m realizing what a fatty I am. Also, since it’s my imagination and anything goes, I’m going to say that I’m eating this at a beautiful resort in Mexico next to the Pacific ocean. So there.
Breakfast: A French press full of coffee from Sumatra, with cream and honey, fresh tropical fruit, like passion fruit and pomegranate, one or two mimosas, fresh ceviche—(Ceviche was originally a morning food because the freshly caught fish came in in the early morning, and it wasn’t considered fresh after noon.),— raw clams on ½ shell, with a little tabasco and horseradish and maybe a bloody mary or a few shots of vodka to wash it down.
Lunch: A really great bottle of New Zealand Sauvignon Blanc, this crazy awesome mango salad I had with shredded mango, cabbage, hot peppers, peanut dressing, and little crunchy things on top, a little bit of white rice, grilled red snapper filled with mango salsa, lemongrass, and cilantro It’s grilled over a fire, right there on the beach, possibly by a shirtless sexy man, grilled duck breast.
Mid-afternoon snack: A few cold beers or Capirinhas, a flavored hookah, some strawberries.
Dinner: Pan seared scallops and a teeny bit of risotto, with a glass of Cakebread chardonnay. Rib-eye steak grilled medium-rare. Two or three glasses of Penfolds Grange cabernet blend. Sauteed Chinese cabbage with garlic and oyster sauce, my granny’s scalloped potatoes that only she knows how to make,
some really nice, crusty bread to mop everything up, and some extra-fancy cheese.
Dessert: Chocolate mousse with raspberry sauce and a teeny spoon, apricot -filled, chocolate covered marzipan pieces (I don’t know where I had these, but they were soo good!), a cappuccino.
I’m pretty sure this is my last day to live because I died of alcohol poisoning.