A Shrimp Basket Before DyingKelly
Even though I may be the only person you know who has risked her guts to try the KFC Double Down, I am usually a healthy eater. Most often indulging myself involves nothing more than a baked potato. That said, if I got to pick my dying meal the thing I’d probably go for is a shrimp basket. It all started when I pregnant with my second child and craved fried shrimp (and root beer floats) like it was nobody’s business. It’s primal: As a child I loved fried shrimp and ordered it a lot when my family went out to dinner. My favorite shrimp basket in the world is served at a tiny dive restaurant, the back of a bodega really, along the Gulf Coast of Florida called Seagrove Village Market.
The website Dead Man Eating catalogs the final meals of death row inmates. If you could pick your last meal, what would it be?