My life revolves around food and the story food tells about ourselves. I am not sure where this stems from, possibly Anthony Bourdain's No Reservations, or a game of would you rather on a car ride, but a question I often ask friends, fellow cooks, and acquaintances to get to know them better is, "what would your last meal be?" The follow up to this question would then be, "who would you be dining with? where?" and finally, "what would you be listening to? music, silence, chatter, or your surroundings?" In the end of the questioning, an event and a glimpse of what I would consider happiness is built. The frivolous and importance captured in a scene based around not just sustenance, but a gathering for a final meal.
Often the question of a last meal usually comes during the morbid circumstances of an execution, but interestingly enough they almost always lead towards humble and simple comforts; cheeseburgers and fries, steak, fried chicken, and ice cream. Mine would be roast chicken and potatoes.
Chicken is one of those menu items I am embarrassed to order at restaurants. Sure, it's simple, expected, and may would say pedestrian or boring, but when executed well a perfectly cooked chicken satisfies the soul. With simplicity, the ingredients will matter.
The best part is the textural contrast of the crispy skin.
Let's see how this idea can evolve. Here is Roast Chicken ver. 1.
Roast Chicken crispy fingerlings, crimini, carrots, shallots, lemon-thyme jus
what would your last meal be? Let's cook