A veggie/fruit platter with all my favorites and french onion dip. Chicken Fettucine Alfredo with Broccoli, a lot of broccoli. One perfect **** chop, the kind my mom made when we were little. One Chicken Gordita Supreme. IKEA Meatballs. Some plain sliced pepperoni. A cheese platter. Mashed potatoes with chunks, green beans, steamed broccoli, asparagus, corn on the cob and tons of room temperature butter. Jolly Green Giant creamed spinach. Baskets of black plums. A giant slice of plain cheesecake, the fluffy kind. And about forty non-alcoholic Shirley Temples. With a fuck ton of Maraschino cherries. My meal would probably be a few bites of everything and then I explode in satisfaction. I’d probably be forced to marry someone who assembled these things. Or at least get naughty. I am clearly a world class glutton.