Up Up And Away!

photo 1 (1) photo 4I spent all of last Friday up in the air. Flying. On a plane. From Melbourne to Perth, and then back.

And I just need to get one thing off my chest: Airplane food is not very appetizing!

I’m not complaining, I’m just sharing my feelings with you. I mean, I’ve already come to terms with the fact I’m not going to particularly enjoy plane food. But every single time the dreaded hour comes when the flight attendant reaches my row and asks if I’d rather have the chicken or the pasta I freeze. I say chicken instead of my pre thought out answer, “Oh, I’m alright thank you. I have a museli bar, that should hold me over for the remainder of the flight.” I even had a back up, “Yes, I’m 100% positive. But I will have some orange juice, please. Thank you!”

As soon as that plate is placed on my tray table I end up picking at the food, leaving everything about 75% opened and 25% eaten. Every time I exit the plane I feel a little bit hungry and a little bit like a hypocrite.

Does anyone else go through this or am I just being difficult because I finished the book I was reading an hour into the flights and brought nothing else to read.

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