A few years ago I saw a picture printed in a magazine that has hung on my wall ever since. It was a reproduction of some of the last meals of famous inmates condemned to death.
The picture was fascinating for two reasons. One, people choose very weird things for their last meals. One guy wanted only ice cream. Another guy ate three taco salads.
But what really surprised me is that you would expect them to bring in the last meal from outside; to use quality ingredients and a competent chef to make it at least a little special. But from the way the picture looked, the meal is cooked in the prison cafeteria using prison ingredients. That means it is basically cafeteria food, even if you order steak and lobster.
I know that these men and women are killers, but there was something so sad of thinking about eating two lunch room taco salads right before you are sent off to die.