Categories: just-for-fun
Date: 31 July 2004 01:19:10
I love airline food. I love it. And I'm not talking about the individually-catered-for-meals I imagine they get in First Class (having never travelled there), but the food they give you in Cattle Class.
I was reminded of this after talking to my mate who recently got married and is now on holiday in Brisbane with his wife and mother-in-law. His tale of aeroplane horrors caused me to remember my love of the re-heated food stuff they deliver to you on an impossibly small tray.
Oh, the joy of the whole process. "Beef or chicken?", you are asked. You answer and are delivered a tray, which -- undeneath a film of aluminium foil -- is contained wonders you can only dream of. Each individual portion is separated and sealed for your convenience and you can, if you are feeling devilishly care-free, eat dessert first, then the éntree, and then the main. Oh, the care-free pleasure! And the cutlery; the salt and pepper; the milk; the sugar -- all provided for you in sachets. Fully self-contained, and infinitely enjoyable.
Mock me if you must, but airline food holds a fond place in my heart.