If you knew your next meal was to be
your last, what would you choose to eat? That’s the question that I’ve been asking
myself all week. It’s probably something that most Americans never consider.
After all, we live in a society where food is no longer a necessity, at least
not in the same way that our ancestors regarded it. People often throw around phrases
like “I’m so hungry!” or “I’m starving!” I know I have from time to time. But I’ve
never actually been starving; hungry, maybe, but most likely just craving. And
not even craving “food” in general, but specific foods, delicious foods—typically
things that contain vast amounts of sugar and salt and gluten. And I’ve almost always
had the fortunate opportunity to have these foods in front of me as soon as the
craving came on. I needed only to open the refrigerator or walk down the street
or pick up the phone. But all of that is about to change. And that’s why I need
to figure out what I want to eat for my last meal.
Dr. Axe sounds like the name of a
superhero. Or a super villain. I haven’t decided yet. On one hand, he claims that
if I follow his 28-day “Secret Detox” I will master my metabolism and boost my
energy, and who wouldn’t want to boost their energy? It will “change your life,”
he claims. On the other hand, he’s
telling me that for the next four weeks I can’t eat any of the foods that I’ve
grown to love—pasta, pizza, ice cream, bread, etc.—pretty much all of my
favorite things. I will be on strict diet of organic, non-GMO vegetables, grass
fed, free range meat, and raw dairy. I will also have to twice daily consume a “secret”
detox drink that is so secret that a Google
search of “Dr. Axe’s secret detox drink” turns up absolutely no recipes. Not a
single one. Don’t even try it. It’s such an underground secret that only people
as privileged as myself are permitted to know its ingredients. I’m serious—don’t
Google it! It’s a secret Goddamn it!
For those of you who regularly read
my blog, I know exactly what you’re thinking: The guy who just last week ate a
dozen donuts in a matter of hours suddenly decides he’s a health nut? (see: A Baker’s Dozen) Well, to be honest, the
donuts played a large part in my decision to detox. I’ve accomplished many
eating challenges in my life, but this time the donuts seemed to push me over
the edge. I didn’t feel right for days afterward, physically or mentally. I
began to seriously question my lifestyle choices. That’s when my girlfriend introduced
me to Dr. Axe. The detox was recommended to her as a treatment for her Crohn’s
Disease—a digestive disorder that effects roughly a half-million people in
North America. And since it would have been nearly impossible for her to detox
while her boyfriend sat in front of her eating plates full of pasta and bowls
full of ice cream, I decided that it would be in our best interest if I joined
her on this journey. Plus, it gave me a great a topic to write about for this
blog—what would I eat for my last meal? And for a subsequent post four weeks from
now—what it’s like to detox.
It has long been a custom for prisoners
to receive a last meal before their execution. The practice dates back hundreds
of years, as a truce of sorts, to prevent the condemned from returning as a
ghost and haunting his executioner. The better the food, the least likely the
prisoner’s spirit would return. Such a superstition might seem ridiculous today,
but at the time they probably figured: why take the chance? Somehow the tradition
stuck and even the worst criminals—even those who committed the most horrific of
crimes— get to choose their last meal. John Wayne Gacy chose shrimp, KFC
chicken, French fries, and strawberries. Timothy McVeigh had mint
chocolate-chip ice cream. In Texas in 2011, Lawrence Russell Brewer requested
two chicken fried steaks, a triple cheeseburger, a cheese omelet, a bowl of
okra, a pound of barbequed meat, a loaf of white bread, three fajitas, a
meat-lover’s pizza, ice cream, fudge, and three root beers. When they brought
the food to him he said he wasn’t hungry and refused to eat any of it. What a
jokester! The state of Texas immediately abolished all last meal rights. Just
another example of how one bad person can ruin something for everyone.
It was not an easy decision. There
are so many foods that I am truly passionate about—so passionate that I would
go as far as using the word “passionate” when describing them. In the end I ended
up choosing Pizza with ranch dipping sauce, garlic sticks with marinara, Pepsi,
Beer, and chocolate ice cream topped with whipped cream (And yes, I felt horrible afterward). If you knew your next
meal would be your last, what would you choose? (Feel free to comment below)
Breakfast. Potatoes, veggies, eggs and sausage. All covered in lots of gravy and hot sauce. Also rye toast.
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