Trucker, sounds perfect...
Blood pudding... um, now that I know what it is, how about we switch to... um, anything. Meatballs. I know it's low class or something, but when I was younger, we used to go around saying what we wanted our last meal to be (assuming a 25 to sentence... yeah, we were typical kids), I'd always pick meatballs.
I like them, dang it. In a kind of sugary sauce...