Back to the main topic, a long time ago, in a v boring job, we regularly played the 'last meal' game. Let's face it, at that stage you aren't interested in calories or cholesterol! We spent hours refining our last menu, starters, main course, pudding (I went for cheese rather than sweet).some wanted their Mums lasagne or the like, but we had to point out, if you are on death row, your family may well be a bit miffed with you. As a side note, a colleague became seriously ill, and the night before she was admitted to a hospice, we cooked her favourite foods and took them round. She managed a teaspoon of banoffee pie, couldn't face anything else, I think of her when I eat a banana, food has powerful associations