The “grand finale bite” started when I was little. As a boy, I loved fireworks. In particular, I loved the fantastic display at the end, the grand finale.
As a kid, I used to savor the last bite of food during a meal, perhaps to the point of obsession. In my head, the last bite tasted the best, was the perfect size, and the greatness of that last bite would stay with me for the rest of the day. Or, at least until the next meal.
Now, as a 33-year-old-kid, I still enjoy my grand finale bites. Even if it’s the same meal I’ve eaten countless times before. Today, for example, I ordered a footlong (eat half now, half later; twice as many grand finales!) Tuna with all the works.
Now, I’ve smartened up and allow myself two grand finale bites per meal. The first, of course, was the delicious sugar cookie that only the Subway in Hampshire (on Oak Knoll Drive) can produce. Other Subways don’t even come close.
Lets put it this way, last week, I saved that amazing sugar cookie until after I completed my race late Saturday morning, when I knew I’d be craving that cookie the most. The day old cookie couldn’t have tasted better.
Back to the sugar cookie grand finale. The dual finale… That last bite of sugar cookie was so amazing. It simply melted in my mouth.
Not more than ten minutes later, well maybe fifteen (I’ve been called the world’s slowest eater), I was staring at my last bite of Tuna sub. I mentally prepped, and scrumptiously enjoyed my last bite of tuna sandwich on 9-grain honey oat. It was amazing.