Sharp cheddar and spicy peach chutney? Now that sounds like a feast fit for the end times! If the zombies get a whiff of that, they’ll be forgetting all about brains, I swear. I’d happily risk a little undead chaos for some of those “just in case” crackers too—mine never seem to survive more than a week in the pantry before turning into a midnight snack.
If I had to pick, honestly, I’d go all out and crack open my last jar of home-canned fire-roasted tomato salsa. Dump that over some black beans and rice (which I always have stashed), add a bit of sharp cheese if I’m lucky, and maybe even a handful of garden cilantro if the shamblers haven’t trampled it yet. Simple but soul-satisfying.
Is anyone else tempted to throw a pretend “zombie last supper” party just for fun? I’m starting to crave all these crazy combos now!