First lemme say that for once I'm not griping at or about anything. No fic or part of the show set this off--that's not true actually. It's all Halfshell's fault with her pop-tarts that got me thinking.
I have a snippet of The Fic That Never Will Be on my laptop and a tiny bit of it had a passing reference to someone going and buying "the food on the list." Why? Because.
See, here's my thing. In prison? You get shitty food and it scares your and scars you. The chicken you get says right on the bag it comes in "NOT FIT FOR HUMAN CONSUMPTION." Your milk is gray and your eggs come from powder just like your mashed potatoes.
You can get commissary but that's things like soda and candy bars (food wise) and they go quick. I'm not going to go into Food Visits because Fox River wouldn't have them as a maximum security penitentiary.
During visitation you (Everyone with contact visits, so not Linc) have access to vending machines that spew out sandwiches and burritos and hot pockets and sodas and juice and milk and yogurt and those are amazingly good treats when you're inside.
However. When you're out in the free world and able to have actual food you go nuts on it.
My mom had chicken (Which she cant stand because of prison) that my grandma cooked, a glass (Four or five probably in reality) of milk, a can of Pepsi (Because you can only get RC in AZDOC) and a pack of Newports (Her brand of cigarettes).
Every last guy on Team Escapara probably has a list (mental or otherwise) of things they want to do when they get out, and each one of them probably has a list of foods they miss and want to eat when they get out.
Think about it. It's been more than twenty years since Westmoreland's had a steak. It's been seven years since Sucre's had a cheeseburger. T-Bag's from the south and anybody who doesn't think he's missing food has obviously never met anyone from the south ever. Hell, even Michael hasn't had anything decent in a month.
I'm just imagining their first night out. In my head they're in a Safe House because Michael has every single fucking thing planned and they're all writing down their orders. It's the anti "Last Meal," it's the first meal out.
Son of a bitch. I suddenly want to make their lists now.
Shit. Fuck it, if you'll all now pardon me I'm going to go grab a slice of pizza and then try and get home early.