Monroe as she ordered a "Mexican buffet" to her house the night she
tried to woo Bobby Kennedy back into her boudoir. Suspiciously, she
died that night of an apparent suicide that never did add up.
Hers is one of many recipe filled stories in Andrew Caldwell's book of
famous people who died untimely deaths and their last suppers. I
treated my family to Marilyn's last meal of Mexican Peacocks (avocado
stuffed chicken that is double breaded and deep fried), gazpacho and
refried beans. Now, if I was trying to seduce a Kennedy there is no
way I'd eat refried beans. Of course, I'm no Marilyn Monroe.
The burning question in everyone's mind: was it tasty? David and I
would say yes! (as we would to most deep fried items), but my kids
didn't really seem to appreciate it. They truly don't care about
Marilyn's final morsels. Unless it's Mac 'n' cheese, I don't even
think they'd care if we were eating Dora's last meal after Diego took
her out with his magical lasso. Kids these days!
What's next on this macabre journey? Napoleon's calves livers?
MLK's famous "I had collared greens"?
Or, Hitler, the non-practicing vegetarian (I did not make that up!)
and his champagne and cyanide cocktail?
I'm edging toward Montezuma's Red Snapper Seviche with guacamole...but
will he take revenge?
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