There is something really satisfying about eating a steamed artichoke on a flight at 37,000 ft. No one else is eating one or even thought to eat one while in flight. Even if I had a first class seat, I venture to say that they wouldn't be serving it. Best Foods mayo (ran out of Garlic Aioli from Follow Your Heart) in a cute Tupperware, a plastic knife to cut away the fuzz, a plastic fork to chop the yummy heart in tiny bite size pieces (to savor it), two napkins, one to neatly place the scraped leaves and one to wipe the mayo off your mouth, a large ziplock to store and then throw the remains away, all on a tiny lap tray on the plane. People on the way to the "john" stole glances at my little table with my treasure trove. I can secretly hear their comments:
"Oh my God, that girl is eating an artichoke on a plane! Who does that?"
"Yum, an artichoke! Why didn't I ever think of that?"
"What on Earth is that woman eating? Must be some Asian thing. Weird!"
Well, it was the most delicious artichoke. Every bite was divine. It was as if I was doing something naughty on the plane. I think food at high altitudes increases my taste buds, because the slightly toasted pita tuna (in olive oil) sandwich I made was also yummy. This time I added mayo, toasted almonds, thinly sliced red grapes, Kalamata olives chopped, freshly cracked pepper, celery and a scallion (white part only). It had that sweet salty crunchy thing going on.
Last night I arrived at Boston Logan a little late, but my friends hadn't eaten dinner yet so there we were at 9 PM having dinner. Salad, leftover grilled shrimp, a bowl of lotus root marinated in sesame oil (so crunchy and good), and steamed broccoli. Really good.
It feels like coming home when I'm at Dianne, David and Anne's home. There are newbies at the Jenkins household here in Swampscott. New kitty... Zippy. New puppy...Tuttle. Old pets: Tootsie (part rat part dog), and Tigger (Aussie cat), old friend: Kat. Oy vey!
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