My Most Unforgettable Meal
In preparation for speaking about the “Last Supper” (Luke 22: 14-20), I thought it would be fun to hear some “unforgettable meal” stories,” so I asked for them on Facebook and received some amazing ones! I posted them all below (or you can read them at my Facebook page and add your own.)
The patterns I observed after reading all the stories were as follows: Meals were memorable because of 1) The Place; 2) The People (host and guests); 3) The Occasion; 4) The Food OR 5) a category I simply call: LOVE was the menu.
See which of the following fit each category and think about how these categories fit the Last Supper, which I would argue is the most unforgettable meal in all of history!
Sally Gaigalas Sushi in Tokyo (under the subway trains) in a small bustling commercial area. My friend ended up with food poisoning and was sick for 3 days at the Imperial Palace hotel.
Chris Bolinger Brazilian rotisserie in Sao Paolo in 1992…unbelievable food in a foreign country on a business trip with my wife in our first year of marriage
Matthew Wikstrom My mother makes… this salmon. She broils it. Basting 3x with a worcester-lemon juice-butter sauce. She’d make it for my birthday along with sauteed mushrooms; sauteed in butter and garlic, and a pasta with her own home-made basil pesto.
Laurel Pederson BABETTE’S FEAST.
Liz Gordon Meade Make sure you watch Babette’s Feast (again) before speaking!
Susan Osborn My most unforgettable meal was in Kyoto, Japan at a Global Forum Conference where I was singing. There were 15 artists invited to dinner with the Gorbechevs who were hosts of the conference. I was seated across from them, and between Thor Hyerdahl, of Kon Tiki fame, and Paul Winter, musician and former employer. It was so extraordinary to be in their presence that I cannot remember a single thing we ate in the many course meal, and forgot that I was giving a concert that evening and missed it!
David Carlson Last Friday night… 3 hour dinner with paleoanthropologist/Nat Geo Explorer in Residence Meave Leakey, Space Tourism Pioneer Chirinjeev Kathuria and SVP Markets Transformation for World Wildlife Fund Jason Clay at McCormick and Schmick’s in Chicago. The conversation was fantastic. (like a Kindling’s Hearth conversation!)
Chirinjeev was asking Meave about human evolution. Apparently humans have the “hibernation gene” in their DNA and he was wondering if she had an idea where that came into play in history. He is working with the DOD on trying to hibernate humans for space travel and the DOD has some kind of battlefield application for it.
I was asking Meave what humans will look like in the future (identical, like other species, from interbreeding) and Jason was offering his insights on how we will feed 9 billion people in the future (if we have one).
I also elicited her opinion on the origins of the Genesis story of the Garden of Eden… where it might have been… what was the transition like from hunter gatherer to an agricultural society… was “The Fall” or the “curse of having to work by the sweat of your brow” the summary mythology of the transition from hunter gatherer to farming which was necessary to feed the growing population…
Chirinjeev (who bought the MIR space station in 1999 from the Russians to start a space tourism company) wondered how humans might evolve on another planet and projected that within 48 months, space flights for private citizens would be in the $40,000 range. He is currently building a plane that will travel from the US to India in 45 minutes. And on and on it went…
I had steak and lobster.
Bob Nutt Thanksgiving Feasts with the family and friends. Great food and conversations. Never a dull moment….from asking my future wife to marry me to making 50 pounds of mashed potatoes….
Andrea Gladen I can think of two unforgettable meals. Both are memorable because the meal was part of a rare experience. One meal was in France. I ordered shrimp and was expecting the kind of shrimp we usually serve here. When the shrimp arrived it was whole, and I was so surprised that a laughed slipped out. Oops. The second meal was in a village in Africa. I was served to (pronounced ‘toe’) with a gummy sauce. It was pitch black and I couldn’t see a thing in front of me. As per the Burkinabe way, I was eating with my hand. The setting was outside and the sky was so full of stars it looked like God took a bottle of glitter and dumped it out
Jake Kyllo Having the Afgani National Army host a dinner. They brought about 30 platters of food out, all freshly made. Goat, lamb, naan (flat bread), all sorts of vegetables and fruits. Everyone sat in a big circle, still with all of our weapons. We finally starting taking off some gear, but not all. About halfway through the meal, we cleared room in the middle of the circle and everyone started to dance. I wasn’t one of them. All the music was in Pashto, so I didn’t understand a thing. I then got very sick afterward…the food is very good, but there is a price to pay for it
Ariana Anderson A very long meal of great food and wine with a group of Spanish veterinarians and their wives, conversation all in Spanish and involving a game of Trivial Pursuit. Actually, I think the meal went on all weekend! Those Spaniards sure do know how to enjoy their food!
Angela Grinnell Saxe Two words: fire alarm. Angela Grinnell Saxe Mom was never a good cook. I was only 14 and I don’t recall the specific meal (except for black-bottomed refrigerator biscuits) but I do remember her telling our guests (good friends to this day), “Dinner will be ready when the fire alarm goes off.” She was right. Over, the years, she had other episodes with cooking and the fire alarm (and once instance at Whitworth College involving pizza, a microwave, and the fire dept).
Lolo Septina Zenobiah Duni My Mom was a teacher so she have to leave the house very early in the morning every day and did not have the chance to prepare lunch but we always have lunch together at home ( school in Indonesia finish at 12.30 in the afternoon) even it was only a simple meal which she cooked it very fast but for me it is the most delicious and unforgettable food..
Patricia Conneen Denny and I were at a roof-top restaurant in Rome. Two waiters worked together to bring us our main course at exactly the same time. Our plates were covered with silver dome thingys. After they put the dinner plates down in front of us, they each reached down in unison, pulled off the domes and shouted, “Voila!” I don’t even remember the food…but the deliverance was killer.
Ronna Myles-Era Sushi at Whistler last year. The food was like small pieces of art delivered at just the right time. Service was great, you could tell the server loved the food also. It felt like you were in Japan, great decor. We had also walked for 3 1/2 hours, so we were actually hungry. Hunger is often the best sauce!
Alvin Garcia I have had many great meals over the years From moms home cooking to my wife cooking me my favorite meal ( chicken enchiladas w rice and beans, oh yeah) but i honestly dont think i’ve had a most memorable one YET.
There was this one night when i first met my wife and spent my first Christmas with her family. We had a big dinner and i got my first Christmas present since my parents didn’t celebrate Christmas. SOCKS ! Thats was all i got , but i loved those socks that my wifes mother gave me and the dinner she cooked
Hilary Canty Dinners with my Dad were always memorable. Each dish was the “Best____he ever had” thanks to an aneurysm he experienced in his 40′s. No one loved food more. He shared the joy with all.
Kari Ginter Schuh The Garlic Festival dinner at The Ark Restaurant in Nahcotta, Washington on the Long Beach Peninsula. First off we had to make reservations at midnight on Valentine’s eve for the June event. Once we arrived, they would not let you eat unless you “decorated” yourself using the “self adornment” bags handed out at the front door. The meal was about 9 courses spread over 4 hours with plenty of entertainment between each presentation. Our seats were placed next to several people we did not know but we managed to make quick friends by the end of the evening. According to the cooks, we each consumed roughly 4 heads of garlic that night. Believe me when I tell you the next day we remembered the meal all over again. They don’t call it the stinkin rose for nothing.
Valerie Buxbaum after only one year together, my beloved took me to southern France. we began with a friend’s elaborate wedding on the Mediterranean (don’t remember a thing I ate), then started a backpacking trip. we anticipated, from looking at the map, that every few miles there would be a little village- we would stop, eat bread and cheese, drink wine. after hours of hiking through wilderness and finding nary a town from the map, we come across a single house. desperate for water, we knock on the door. we ask the man where the town of Sigarette is, to which he proclaims, “I AM Sigaratte, come in, come in!” He gives us water from his well, offers us a rusted home-canned something that Evan thinks is wild boar (translation issues) and we move on. we do NOT open aforementioned rusty can. (not to the meal part yet.) we hike for hours more, famished, thirsty and out of water again. we come into a cool, deep forest all of a sudden after cresting a little desertish mountain. there is a sign that tells a story of a little girl who watches over the forest, hangs with the elves and gnomes and such. we hope this means she will guide us. an hour later, we come to a “gite” a hundreds of years old farmhouse with walls 3 feet thick. a man greets us and tells us dinner is at 7. Evan explains in broken french that we have eaten nothing but a loaf of bread since 6am, and could we please have something now?
he brings out a platter. one pitcher of fresh well water. on small loaf of bread. one pound of butter. a few apple slices from his trees. we devoured it all. it was the greatest meal of our lives.
the dinner was great, too, and taught me how to make the greatest applesauce on the planet. we continued our trek the next day with clear instructions on how to find food… and a care package for lunch.
the little girl who guided us- the gite was her home she was their daughter who had died of leukemia. we felt her everywhere.
Evan proposed to me on that trip, on my birthday, under the full moon in an olive grove. and, the greatest, most simple meal of my life accompanies the story of the greatest, most simple love of my life.
Anita Lamb Bailey My most unforgettable meal was in China over 20 years ago. There was a platter piled high with some kind of delicacy charred black birds with their feet up in the air and their heads and beaks hanging over the edge of the plate.
Nancy Adair Weatherspoon I took my 96 year old mother for her favorite meal: breakfast. I arrived at the care center and she was sitting there, waiting. I chose a beautiful red silk blouse and a black skirt for her to wear. She had her pearl necklace and her pearl earrings all laid out. Her hearing aids were in, her black stockings were on, her glasses cleaned, her rouge applied, and she was ready to go to breakfast. She ordered (and ate) a belgium waffle with strawberries and whipped cream, an egg (easy over), two strips of bacon, two sausage links, a cup of coffee weakened with a pot of hot water, and a bowl of cinammon apples. We had a wonderful time and discussed the current news and our family news. She was planning her lunch that week with her Sunday School Class. Two weeks later my mother went to heaven. It was my last breakfast with her. I will not forget the joy she brought to that breakfast crowd. It was an unforgettable meal…I don’t remember what I ordered and ate.
Gene Allgaier Sri Lanka in Galle at a hotel I stayed at. we stayed for 4 nights and each night we didn’t make dinner till the last night when they begged us to eat there! biggest pile of prawns I ever saw! you just made me go back 30 years!
Jay Weinland gosh that’s hard. As my wife will tell you I will wear threadbare clothes in order to leave enough money for fine dining!
1. many years ago the first time I went to Rover’s as Thierry is SUCH a magician. The first course was Scrambled Organic Egg with Lime Crƒ¨me Fraƒ®che and White Sturgeon Caviar served in the eggshell..amazing. everything he makes is a work of art.
2. 16 years ago my wife and I were on our honeymoon in Greece and we spent a gorgeous late afternoon/evening on the beach having fresh seafood (fish/shrimp/octupus etc) cooked up over the fire sipping wine. A simple but glorious meal that have led to 16 years of wonderful food memories.
Francha Barker feeding lunch to severely disabled children in a thai orphanage.
Carol Adair Hubbard Nancy, for me with Mother it was the chicken fried steak, mash potatoes and white gravy. Fried okra if in season and a piece of pie for dessert. Then stopping at the Dairy Queen for a root beer float to take back home.
JoAnne EriksenDick Staub: Raclette (stinky cheese) parties with all you guys back in the day! Great food that I thought I would hate, great drink, even better conversation, kids on the outskirsts having fun and staying away from the edges of the fine aroma of warm cheese, the cooker in the middle of the table…. Let’s do it again!!!
Christianne Petersen Erwin It was at our house in Reno and it was Thanksgiving, and a man who worked for my husband had no friends or family in Reno, so he was basically going to sit home drink beer, and watch football. Michael invited Gene to our house for Thanksgiving and I made the best turkey with all the fixins. He loved my “sweet potatoe surprise” cooked with a little bourbon, brown sugar and butter. I think the meal was all the better cause we shared, and made a Thanksgiving for Gene too.
Christmas 2008 when Orcas had loads of snow. We anticipated time w/family but the weather kept everyone away, but cleared briefly so Bill was able to pick up what was to be a tiny bird that turned out to be a 30 pounder. The house was warm …w/fire, music and thanksgiving, and it seemed I could do no wrong in the kitchen, making my best ever turkey, stuffing, stuffing, etc. We lamented the absence of family/friends, but there was beautiful joy as we savored our meal together in a cozy atmosphere, grateful of blessings and the sight of snow falling all around us outside; magical! Afterwards, we dined on turkey casseroles for months it seemed, and now I am praying I can replicate the creations that came out of our kitchen that day.
Bruce Herman “Dick – too late for your request, but for me it was at Cento Poveri in Florence Italy…Bistecca Fiorentina, served at this tiny ma&pa trattoria…when the momma tells me in Italiano, “American’s don’t eat this. They send it back saying it is not cooked.” I insisted, ordered it, eat every bite (itself an almost religious experience — the perfect steak of perfect steaks — and then she came back out wearing over her elegant dress a tee-shirt with the Statue of Liberty, and waving an American flag! My compadres were all jubilant, as was I. Viva Italia — people who know how to cook, how to eat, and how to be friends. (The average Italian meal is 2.5 hours or more).”
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