"It would be my mom’s lemon chicken. It is a Moroccan dish made with preserved lemons, rich, fragrant saffron and olives. As a child, lemon chicken was a staple and one of the only dishes I looked forward to, although I did sometimes lust for more Waspy foods my peers ate. Now it triggers memories and my taste buds. It is a good reminder of the rich and warm spices of my childhood, but also the beauty of well-seasoned chickens. Really, Moroccan lemon chicken is Colonial Reparations; I’m over not having boiled chicken as a kid. Bless my mom." — Nashwa Khan
"Justice. But barring that, sushi." — Seraphina Maria Ferraro
"The Smash the Patriarchy chocolate cake I made for my 36th birthday. I used extra-bitter chocolate and a giant helping of Male Tears. It was divine. I lovingly look at photos of it every couple of weeks." — Lyndsay Kirkham
"Forget a full meal. I'd subsist on dirty martinis made with the tears of mediocre white men (and olives, of course). Seems like they're always crying about something these days. There'd be an endless supply." — Jen Selk
"The answer is always chocolate cake." — Rachael Berkey
"Since I'm a vegetarian, I am unable to feast on the entrails of misogynists and men in general. Therefore, if I could eat only one meal for the rest of my life, I would have to pick macaroni and cheese. Especially if it's made with extra vegetables and baked in a casserole with crunchy breadcrumb topping." — Jennie Worden
"Tiramisu, with a side of TARDIS. Among the many obnoxious aspects of my insomnia is that I can't have espresso-soaked dessert after dinner or I'll never sleep again. But I'm thinking that if The Doctor came by and swept me off for some timey-wimey adventures, I could gorge on as much tiramisu as I wanted, because alarm clocks mean nothing in a TARDIS." — Jennifer Pozner
"Wait, isn't that what I'm supposed to be doing anyways, and it's supposed to be salad? Salad forever? Well then, I'll take my mandatory diet culture salad and make it a caprese salad, because yes, despite the food-policing associations, it's still a damn fine salad. And I'll have my caprese in the middle of a burger, served with a side of fries and topped with a whole pizza, because if you limit my food, you limit my life, and I've still got a lot of living left to do." — Anastasia Chipelski
"Lobster with a side of male tears (salty!)" — Lily Tsui
"It changes with my mood. Right now, for instance, a dude-bro on the street just told me to "smile more," so I am inclined to eat Popchips forevermore. They like fake cheese and sadness, so if that were my eternal diet, I'd never smile again, because screw that guy." — Megan LarkinRoth
"Thanksgiving dinner. Prepared for me by all the men in the family, while me and all the women watch the football [game], secure in the idea that no one expects us to help." — Ashley Black
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