My grandpa in Tulsa swore by a plain bologna sandwich as his last meal, and 12 years later I get it
When I was 19 my grandpa told me his pick for a last meal was two slices of bologna on white bread with yellow mustard, nothing else, and I laughed at him. He said fancy plates are for showing off, not for saying goodbye, and he wanted something that tasted like his own kitchen. He passed in 2019 and at the dinner after the funeral my grandma put out that exact sandwich on a platter, and half the room teared up over cold cuts. I used to think a last meal should be a steak or lobster, now I think it should just taste like home. What's the one plain everyday thing you'd pick over a fancy plate?