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« Almond croissants, bad and good | Main | All Italian all the time » Tuesday, March 28, 2006Last meal on Prison BreakWhile watching "Prison Break" on Fox on Monday night, it struck me: Did death-row inmate Lincoln Burroughs ever request a final meal? I couldn't remember it -- but maybe that's just because the show has been so forgettable especially after the return of the Sopranos. Then a friend and a reader reminded me: He asked for blueberry pancakes and reminisced about making them with his son. According to Ty Treadwell's "Last Supper: Famous Final Meals from Death Row," one thing all 38 states that have the death penalty share is a policy that allows this farewell gustatory ritual, which Treadwell and other authors think sheds some light on an inmate's psyche. The blog "Dead Man Eating" has been cataloguing these requests for years. Brian Price writes in "Meals to Die For," though, that the requests and the actual meals didn't always end up the same. Price should know; he was a cook for the Texas state prison in Huntsville and actually prepared many of the requested dishes -- or tried to. For convicted killer Lawrence Buxton, who requested a filet mignon before his 1991 execution, the kitchen gave Price a T-bone steak to grill up instead. Now I'd rather have a T-bone than a filet any day, especially my last one, since it's a much more flavorful cut of meat, but I'm not sure what I'd actually ask for if my time were up. I might go high-brow and demand No. 9 Park's prune gnocchi, or take the opposite tack and request chicken-fried steak. Actually, probably the latter, particularly now that I'm reminded that it would be the prison cafeteria doing the cooking, not Barbara Lynch. Posted by Joe Yonan at 02:02 PM
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