I’d like my last supper to be at home, in Worcestershire, with family and friends. Especially young friends as they always fill me full of hope for the future. Though sadly not my future in this instance.
 
I’d like to eat in the garden please, at a big table set up in the shade of our old Indian Bean Tree (I’m Irish…don’t do sunshine) if the Grim Reaper visits in the summer. But, if the weather is cold, I’m happy to be at a table inside, with lots of candles to hide any deathly pallor.
 
I would not do any of the cooking, as that would be too stressful with all the preparation for, and anticipation of, “the end”. If it’s chilly outside, I’d love to start with one of Sally Clarke’s exquisitely delicious cheese soufflés.If hot, I’d go instead for a fresh juicy peach from our greenhouse (Peregrine white peaches since you ask) with burrata and fresh basil and anything else Sally chooses to put on top of the peach, as she seems to be cooking the first course.
 
The main course is more of a conundrum. I have an unhealthy passion for really good macaroni cheese and, as it’s my last supper, could indulge without guilt. I’d obviously have it with a healthy green salad. Alternatively, I could imagine a plate full of Irish champ (potatoes mashed up with spring onions/scallions and butter melting on top) and a nice bit of salmon. To remind me of my childhood in Belfast. BUT, if Anton Mosimann happened to be free, I’d be just as happy with a bowl of his sublime risotto ai funghi. Also with a healthy salad of course.
Pudding is very simple but it’s my all-time favourite: A bowl of homemade ice cream (it has to be homemade) with a glass of Pedro Ximénez sherry-soaked golden raisins poured on top. No fancy biscuits or trimmings needed thank you.
 
To drink I’d have champagne to start…. Veuve Clicquot Rosé; a good Rioja Alta Reserva with the main course (don’t care if it doesn’t ‘match’…I like it); and a glass of icy-cold Moscato d’Asti with pudding. Please and thank you.

I’d happily end with a few good chocolate truffles but no port or whisky for me. Mixing grape and grain gives me a headache, and I probably need a clear head for my final moments.