only one: meal
2008 March 27
you’re in prison (no, i don’t know why – let your own conscience tell you that), and you’re only allowed to eat one meal three times a day for a week, but you get to pick.
yes, three times a day – SAME meal.
what’s your meal of the week?
and, to make things even more interesting: WHY are you in prison? 
hot wings. They are so good, and I would have plenty of time to work out to burn them off, then eat more!
O, and I would be in the slammer for pirating episodes of LOST.
Hawaiian Meatballs & Rice
Reason: defenestration
HUTCH!?!? WHO or WHAT would you throw out of the window?!
Defenestration, from the Latin de (from; out of) and fenestra (window or opening), is the act of throwing someone or something out of a window. The term was coined around the time of an incident in Prague Castle in the year of 1618.
(thanks wiki!)
When I’m finally arrested for illegally keeping a donkey in my bathtub, I’d request all the peanut butter and bananas I could eat, as long as I’m also allowed a sufficient amount of fat-free skim milk.
Zaxby’s. I robbed drum workshop’s headquarters.
Huge Baked Potato with Cheese, Bacon (real not imitation), Butter and Ranch dressing with a steak on the side
In prison for being a horomonal pregnant woman!
Josh: is that the BEST you can do!?! LOL!!!
Sushi.
In prison for helping out immigrants.
Fresh bread with Nutella.
Accomplice to the defenestrator.
oops! That was actually me that left the last comment.
Steph
Steph & Hutch: WHAT is being defenestrated?????
mushroom pizza.
i’m in jail for bein to fly…..i’m so hot tsss!!
OH! can i just say that the reasons for being in jail are FAR more entertaining that y’all’s weird food preferences. LOL!
I would have said beacon and eggs, but that would probably not be very healthy if that was all I eat.
I think a pizza, with beacon, peppers and spinach would cover most of the food groups. I would throw in some pineapple but I am not sure that would go with spinach very well.
In have stolen so many ideas, from people a lot smarter then me (that just about covers 90% of the planet), I am sure I have been guilty of plagiarism.
I have butchered the language in a lot in what I have written but after watch TV shows that appears to be more of an asset than a crime.
If I tried to sing in public like, you Mandy, I would be arrested in no time, after I was stoned by the audience. Of course if they throw tomatoes at me that would give me something for my pizza.
Grilled flat iron steak over blue cheese-purple potato cake topped with peppercress salad. And my dessert is a layered mango cheesecake with a kiwi starfruit compote.
Why am I in jail? Take your pick. You name it, I’m guilty.
Ah…Defenestration, as it usually used today, refers to a psychological act rather than a physical one. For instance, in grad school one professor tried to get me to “defenestrate my interlocutor.”
I kind of got bored with that one. (No, seriously! Heh.)
You never did tell me what you would choose. Stop making everybody else answer and not answering yourself.
TheNor: still have no idea what is being defenestrated… now you bring in interlocutors to the mix. i’m so confused – i’m gonna go get a cold compress for my forehead! oi
Krissy: the BFF strikes again! note that you didn’t give our wonderful readers, who so faithfully participated in this hypothetical scenario, YOUR answer either! LOL……. ok ok ok…. i’d pick the standard meal from “Mrs. Wilkes’ Restaurant” in Savannah Georgia.
http://www.mrswilkes.com = heaven on a table………..
oh! and i’d obviously be in jail for wrongful public humiliation of the Southern American English language. sad sad video….
Sushi….Amen Joe!
And I would be in jail probably for something work related…ya know like smacking someone upside the head for being a junkie rather a parent or stealing a child from living in a scary house…something like that…..TOTALLY KIDDING PEOPLE!!!!
Cinnamon Toast Crunch.
I think I would be in prison for one reason only…hurting someone who was trying to hurt my boys.
Homemade Mac and Cheese
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Too much time on the computer
OR
taking the fall for when my brother in law, jake, pooped in the cookie jar at Sax Fifth Ave.
thats prolly one of the ones ill regret. dont ask
ONE of the ones!!?
On Behalf of Mandy who i feel sure is DYING to know.. C’Mon Girl – Spill!!!
You can NOT leave us all hanging like that and get away with it, now can you?
There must be a law about that sort of thing??
(Local Crayfish (western rock lobster) tails cooked in butter with a little garlic and sprinkled with a little vinegar, sea salt and crushed black pepper: Killing for same!)
The story is not as exciting as you would hope…
My brother in law (Jake) was over for dinner and I checked in on this blog. Daniel (my husband) and Jake are very funny, creative and witty. So I asked them, “What would I be in jail for???” Jake (an actor) blurted that out. RANDOM but not true. Still it made me laugh.
Mandy, if we are doing restaurants (Mrs. Wilkes)… I choose the Bellagio Buffet. Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. Since I know you are gonna say I can’t do that… It’s a tough one. I already hate leftovers in general. I mean, I had that yesterday, why would I want it today? If I had to pick, I’d go with Chicken Bryan from Carabba’s with fettuccine alfredo and a caesar salad. Oh and Newcastle Brown Ale for my drink.
I’d be arrested for having looks that kill.
Lasagna and garlic bread
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I’d be in jail for mowing my lawn or recycling on a Sunday. Hmmm – rules are a little different here in die Schweiz.
And to drink for my time in prison, I’ll have a single malt, doublewood Balvenie aged twelve years.
Love: thanks for demanding an explanation in my absence!
Danielle: JAKE sounds like a lunatic!!!!! or… well…. sounds like my husband.
Travis: looks that kill. yes. i can testify to that. you’d be in the slammer in NO time….
Susan: WHAT an interesting country!!!
OK – My sense of Expat sarcasm may have got the best of me. So I won’t be in prison for mowing or recycling on Sunday but the neighbors WOULD call the Polizei who would visit and so kindly ask me to stop. Ah, and the recycling would come with a fine. Makes for quiet Sundays though.
Food: Pizza. The kind that wouldn’t make me gain weight by eating it three times a day.
Prisonable Offense: Traveling with a passport bearing a different name.
My food would definitely be pizza, and I would have to have unlimited diet coke to go with it (and I would be able to drink more than one diet coke per week cause since I’m in jail, I probably have bigger problems to worry about that rotting my teeth out with all that acidic coke… right?)
And I’d be in jail for helping my husband rob DW… that, or trying to break him out of jail. Or repeatedly robbing Ann Taylor…
Natalie Jane & Kara = pizza??? ladies. there’s no way that those pizzas & cokes won’t take their toll!!!
and, Kara: your husband would definitely force you to be an accomplice. poor guy!! HA!
I would be in prison for: ??? my husband would say speeding or road rage.
yeah probably road rage. People drive so slow.
carne asada, guacamole, with a mango twisted salsa chips, and yeah don’t forget the dallop of sour cream. Hey I’m in prison, I don’t have to watch my figure for no one. Dessert: choc covered cherry cheesecake blizzard from Dairy Queen.
Heidi! can we be cell mates!?!