My favorite thing about international flights is the meals. They are hands down the most interesting part of the flight for me. I take notice how they are always wrapped up so perfectly.
I want to take my time with each section of the tray and savor each bite. I unwrap the food slowly and carefully so as to not disturb the presentation of my beautiful meal. Someone took the time to prepare this feast for my flight and I am going to enjoy the hell out of it. I stab one noodle at a time with my spork and yelp
silently to myself at the discovery of cheese in my pasta salad. I push the olives aside and pretend they don’t exist — nothing will ruin this meal for me, not even icky, disgusting olives. I think the dessert is cheesecake. I am falling in love with you already, Aeromexico…
- Tecate Light, Crunchy Peanuts with a hint of lemon and Writing down the Bones…