Sunday, April 17, 2016

Airplane Food

I believe one of the reasons so many of us look forward to a meal service on a plane is that it breaks up the often long expanses of time when we have to Just Sit There.  A good book helps, looking out the window at nothing at all is ... tedious.  The movies are never new and usually imminently forgettable.    The only interesting movie that I ever saw on a plane (and it held me rapt)  was "Angela's Ashes" which is not exactly a laugh a minute.

So when the flight attendants (FAs) come bouncing and clinking up the aisle with their drink and food carts, we sit up and take notice.  "Ah, entertainment!"

Air France #065 LAX - CDG 3:25 p.m., arriving at 11:10 a.m.
To commence - Marinated shrimp and scallops on a bed of ratatouille.  Said ratatouille was a bed of raw chopped peppers, tomatoes, celery and not the thick, cooked vegetable sauce we're used to having. 

Choice of - Chicken with a mildly spicy red curry, jasmine rice with vegetables and Japanese furikake garnish.   (Richie's choice)
Shell pasta, lobster sauce, vegetables (Mine - the pasta was plump shells filled with, one hopes, lobster meat and not pollock.)

Fruit compote and Grand Marnier almond cake

About an hour before landing, they served us breakfast on a tray which was:
Orange juice in those little aluminum cups with the peel back top
Roll and butter  The roll was actually room temperature and not frozen.
Blueberry muffin
Plain Greek yogurt
strawberry jam
1/4  of a ham and cheese grilled sandwich

Air France #076  7:10 p.m.  CDG - LAX arriving at 9:40 p.m.
To commence - Smoked duck foie gras with mango chutney with lime and ginger over baby spinach

Choice of - Chicken with lemon sauce, bulgur with spices  (Mine)
Spinach and ricotta cheese tortelloni, creamed spinach, cheese.  (Richie was in the john.  He loves spinach.  I never cook it.  So I ordered this one for him.  He was furious; he wanted the chicken.  So I ate some sauce and bulgur and handed it off to him.  This was not a sacrifice.  Am not that fond of chicken, but hate spinach more.)

Camembert cheese
Tropical fruit salad (leftovers?)
Vanilla streusel cream puff

Again, about an hour before we landed they passed amongst us with more food but for the life of me, I can't remember what it may have been.  I'd been deeply asleep and all I remember is a lovely, hot cup of coffee.

The just-an- hour- before-landing offerings are to give the passengers time to get themselves together, bathroom themselves, gather their possessions and be ready to get off of the plane.

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