Decoding Notes to Myself for Your Delectation

Writers are urged to start at the beginning so ... MAA #2 left LAX at 8:45 a.m. which means it was a breakfast flight Up Front aka 1st.  As I mentioned previously, re another 1st breakfast, try to fly around lunch or dinner time. 

The first thing to arrive as we settled into our cubicles was ... let me explain "cubicle."  This is a new configuration for First and each seat very closely resembles an office cubicle.  So much so that three of our fellow 1sts were quietly crying - two men and a woman and what they were saying, between sobs, was "Oh, Gawd - can't I ever  escape my cubicle?" 

They all face the window with a desk next to your elbow, a hole for your feet when the chair is flat like a bed.   So much for being seated next to a chatty person, your own mate or a crying baby. "But our celebrity passengers love them," trilled an FA and he was a guy. 

As always, we were offered Mimosas or Straight Champagne which came in a stemless white wine glass and was a much more generous portion than the previous little plastic cup (the flavor does nothing for the drink) or real champagne flutes. 

So -after reaching cruising altitude,  the smiling lady walked around a basket with your choice of a croissant or a mini-bagel or an enormous biscuit.  All were warm, not icy cold!  The butter was splayed out like ocean waves charmingly in a little pot and there was a little plastic container of honey. 

We both ordered the same thing so I can only tell you one other choice which was Shrimp Avocado Toast.  Peon that I am, I thought that a bit much for breakfast.  Our choice was billed as Scrambled Eggs with Chives and Sour Cream, Chicken sausage and Chipotle Oatmeal.  Let us attack the eggs first.  They were not visibly scrambled, but they did look like what they were - curded as in a Crème Brule.  The four slices of sausage, apparently cut from a whole that was as thick as a baby's arm, nestled between them and an enormous amount of what looked like it had been fried, like corned beef hash, but was instead, orange-ish colored oatmeal with little lakes of orange oil dotted over it.

If this is a common dish at your household, I do apologize for my ignorance about it. I liked it! let me hasten to add.