If I were ever locked away for capital murder — facing the death penalty by firing squad — I would formally request a final meal consisting of six gallons of sweet potato noodles and four quarts of coconut ginger rice, all dumped ceremoniously into a bathtub of coconut sriracha for me to bathe in. Fully submerged like a cold plunge. Enveloped in flavor, Ready to meet my fate. (I’m gluten free)