Gang -

In a couple of months I'll be boarding a plane for cross-country travel,
an exercise I've blissfully managed to avoid for the past few years.
Since most flights no longer serve meals, and since most of them weren't
worth eating anyway, what kinds of foods do you recommend packing along
for flight? It's months away, but I'm feeling deprived already.

Peg (in New York's glorious Finger Lakes where, for some peculiar
reason, the leaves are still on the trees -- in living color!)

Peggy wrote:
>
> Gang -
>
> In a couple of months I'll be boarding a plane for cross-country travel,
> an exercise I've blissfully managed to avoid for the past few years.
> Since most flights no longer serve meals, and since most of them weren't
> worth eating anyway, what kinds of foods do you recommend packing along
> for flight? It's months away, but I'm feeling deprived already.

Anything NOT STINKY. Turkey sandwich, apple, grapes, cookies.
Like that.

Have a great trip! though I'm sure you'll be around before you leave.

nancy

On Thu, 30 Oct 2003 14:47:30 -0500, Peggy > wrote:
> Gang -
>
> In a couple of months I'll be boarding a plane for cross-country travel,
> an exercise I've blissfully managed to avoid for the past few years.
> Since most flights no longer serve meals, and since most of them weren't
> worth eating anyway, what kinds of foods do you recommend packing along
> for flight? It's months away, but I'm feeling deprived already.

Sandwiches usually work for us. If there's a spoilage concern,
I usually have along boxed drinks that are frozen, so they work as an
ice pack. (It helps if you stick the drink in a plastic ziploc to
keep it from dripping all over as it thaws.) Stuff like trail mix,
granola/cereal bars, etc. would work too. And chocolate! It's a
much-needed pick me up when I'm stuck in airports.

We also bring along extra water if there's room. Food and drink
prices in airports are usually heinous, and one gets dehydrated easier
on planes. Caffeine and alcohol only make that worse, not better, so
we usually stick to fruit juices and water.

Ariane

Peggy wrote:

> Gang -
>
> In a couple of months I'll be boarding a plane for cross-country travel,
> an exercise I've blissfully managed to avoid for the past few years.
> Since most flights no longer serve meals, and since most of them weren't
> worth eating anyway, what kinds of foods do you recommend packing along
> for flight? It's months away, but I'm feeling deprived already.
>
> Peg (in New York's glorious Finger Lakes where, for some peculiar
> reason, the leaves are still on the trees -- in living color!)
>
If you are flying out of New York, I suggest taking along fresh, still
warm, onion bagels or a good, still warm corned beef sandwich. Not only
will it taste better than any roadkill available on planes, but you will
enable your fellow seatmates the opportunity to get a wiff of what you
are having, instead of peanuts.
--
Alan

"If you reject the food, ignore the customs, fear the religion, and
avoid the people, you might better stay home."
--James Michener

"Peggy" > wrote in message
...
> Gang -
>
> In a couple of months I'll be boarding a plane for cross-country travel,
> an exercise I've blissfully managed to avoid for the past few years.
> Since most flights no longer serve meals, and since most of them weren't
> worth eating anyway, what kinds of foods do you recommend packing along
> for flight? It's months away, but I'm feeling deprived already.
>
> Peg (in New York's glorious Finger Lakes where, for some peculiar
> reason, the leaves are still on the trees -- in living color!)
>

I can definitely answer this with all the experience I've had on the long
flights to and from Germany. I always take a smallish bottle of water in my
handbag.
I always pack cheese, wheat crackers, and fruit roll-ups. (Tried grapes but
they got smashed). Another good thing to take with you is a veggie wrap or a
pressed sandwich (load ciabatta bread with arugula, prosciutto, mozzarella,
etc, wrap in saran, place under a brick for about an hour). Any type of
2-dimensional (flat) foods, dried fruits such as apricots, or kids yogurts
are also good.
People sitting next to me can't contain their jealousy ... and I usually
share (unless sitting next to a freak!).

Hope your journey is safe.
Mia
PS: Don't forget a mini toothbrush and toothpaste!

alzelt wrote:

>
>
> Peggy wrote:
>
>> Gang -
>>
>> In a couple of months I'll be boarding a plane for cross-country
>> travel, an exercise I've blissfully managed to avoid for the past few
>> years. Since most flights no longer serve meals, and since most of
>> them weren't worth eating anyway, what kinds of foods do you recommend
>> packing along for flight? It's months away, but I'm feeling deprived
>> already.
>>
>> Peg (in New York's glorious Finger Lakes where, for some peculiar
>> reason, the leaves are still on the trees -- in living color!)
>>
> If you are flying out of New York, I suggest taking along fresh, still
> warm, onion bagels or a good, still warm corned beef sandwich. Not only
> will it taste better than any roadkill available on planes, but you will
> enable your fellow seatmates the opportunity to get a wiff of what you
> are having, instead of peanuts.

Oh, you are wicked!

Peg

In article >,
says...
>Gang -
>
>In a couple of months I'll be boarding a plane for cross-country travel,
>an exercise I've blissfully managed to avoid for the past few years.
>Since most flights no longer serve meals, and since most of them weren't
>worth eating anyway, what kinds of foods do you recommend packing along
>for flight? It's months away, but I'm feeling deprived already.
>
>Peg (in New York's glorious Finger Lakes where, for some peculiar
>reason, the leaves are still on the trees -- in living color!)
>
>
I recently returned from a cross-country trip, and when I booked the
flight the airline (USAir) indicated that meals were no longer served but
that I could buy a meal for $10. Well, not wanting to spend $10 for
airline food, I simply made a turkey salad with apples, red onions,
celery, walnuts, raisins, a little curry powder and mayonnaise, and put
it in a little plastic container. I also filled another container with
fruit salad and threw some crackers in a zip-lock bag. It was perfect -
and I liked being able to eat when I wanted.

A few people bought the meal. From what I could see it was some kind of
deli sandwich on a croissant I think with a side salad - looked a cut
above regular airline food, and probably not a bad deal for $10 -
probably equivalent to what you'd get at an airport eatery.
--
Donna
A pessimist believes all women are bad. An optimist hopes they are.

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"Peggy" > wrote in message
...
> Gang -
>
> In a couple of months I'll be boarding a plane for cross-country travel,
> an exercise I've blissfully managed to avoid for the past few years.
> Since most flights no longer serve meals, and since most of them weren't
> worth eating anyway, what kinds of foods do you recommend packing along
> for flight? It's months away, but I'm feeling deprived already.
>
> Peg (in New York's glorious Finger Lakes where, for some peculiar
> reason, the leaves are still on the trees -- in living color!)
>

My last trip (not cross-county, but an early morning flight with a long
layover), I brought rice with sausage and scrambled eggs for breakfast (on
the plane) and salmon with bok choy for lunch (for the layover at O'Hare).
In the past, I've also brought sandwiches, cheese with croissants, fruit
(mango and papaya already cut up), nuts, etc. I think whatever you usually
eat would be fine, as long as it's edible when cold--skies the limit!

rona (in Winnipeg, where there's snow on the ground and temperatures hover
around 0 C)

--
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On Thu, 30 Oct 2003 15:12:21 -0500, Nancy Young
> wrote:

>Peggy wrote:
>>
>> Gang -
>>
>> In a couple of months I'll be boarding a plane for cross-country travel,
>> an exercise I've blissfully managed to avoid for the past few years.
>> Since most flights no longer serve meals, and since most of them weren't
>> worth eating anyway, what kinds of foods do you recommend packing along
>> for flight? It's months away, but I'm feeling deprived already.
>
>Anything NOT STINKY. Turkey sandwich, apple, grapes, cookies.
>Like that.

I'm thinking a beautiful onion/garlic roll with gorgonzola, provolone,
and King Oscar sardines. I like the Mediterranean style myself.

BURP

Gar (smoked oysters in oil would be good also)

Gar wrote:
>
> On Thu, 30 Oct 2003 15:12:21 -0500, Nancy Young

> >Anything NOT STINKY. Turkey sandwich, apple, grapes, cookies.
> >Like that.
>
> I'm thinking a beautiful onion/garlic roll with gorgonzola, provolone,
> and King Oscar sardines. I like the Mediterranean style myself.
>
> BURP
>
> Gar (smoked oysters in oil would be good also)

Well, as I am claustrophobic and those little airplane bathrooms
give me the willies, and as the stench would most likely induce my
gag reflex, I hope you don't mind being stuck next to a person
vomitting into a napkin ... if she has one, that is.

nancy

"Peggy" > wrote in message
...
> Gang -
>
> In a couple of months I'll be boarding a plane for cross-country travel,
> an exercise I've blissfully managed to avoid for the past few years.
> Since most flights no longer serve meals, and since most of them weren't
> worth eating anyway, what kinds of foods do you recommend packing along
> for flight? It's months away, but I'm feeling deprived already.
>
> Peg (in New York's glorious Finger Lakes where, for some peculiar
> reason, the leaves are still on the trees -- in living color!)


Sandwiches and juice boxes are quite portable and don't raise a fuss at the
security gate.


Jack PanAm

<Gar> wrote in message ...
> On Thu, 30 Oct 2003 15:12:21 -0500, Nancy Young
> > wrote:
>
> >Peggy wrote:
> >>
> >> Gang -
> >>
> >> In a couple of months I'll be boarding a plane for cross-country
travel,
> >> an exercise I've blissfully managed to avoid for the past few years.
> >> Since most flights no longer serve meals, and since most of them
weren't
> >> worth eating anyway, what kinds of foods do you recommend packing along
> >> for flight? It's months away, but I'm feeling deprived already.
> >
> >Anything NOT STINKY. Turkey sandwich, apple, grapes, cookies.
> >Like that.
>
> I'm thinking a beautiful onion/garlic roll with gorgonzola, provolone,
> and King Oscar sardines. I like the Mediterranean style myself.
>
> BURP
>
> Gar (smoked oysters in oil would be good also)

Nasty Nasty Nasty!!

but might I suggest some fresh garlic?

Jack Halitosis

Uh, some pickled eggs, roasted miniature onions, cheap canned chilli
beans, fresh raw garlic, pickled keilbasa sausages, cheezies, twinkies,
chips and dip, six pack of Bud, stuff like that. Fun food!!

F.J.

On Thu, 30 Oct 2003 16:23:01 -0500,
Nancy Young > wrote:
>
> Well, as I am claustrophobic and those little airplane bathrooms
> give me the willies, and as the stench would most likely induce my
> gag reflex, I hope you don't mind being stuck next to a person
> vomitting into a napkin ... if she has one, that is.

*laughs* I'm not sure if you're joking or not, Nancy, but
my mother is one of these people. She gets motion sickness very
easily, but for some bizarre reason, usually doesn't take Dramamine
for it. The smell of food--particularly strong odors in a confined
space-- runs the risk of making her hurl. There was a car trip once
that involved getting fried fish take-out, and the only available
vomit bags were those flimsy fold-over top sandwich bags, and...
Well, you can imagine the rest. ;P

As much as I love some strong-scented foods like garlic bread,
etc. I usually don't take them on a flight. No telling when you're
going to get seated near a person with a delicate stomach.

Ariane

Peggy saw Sally selling seashells by the seashore and told us all
about it on Thu, 30 Oct 2003 14:47:30 -0500:

>Gang -
>
>In a couple of months I'll be boarding a plane for cross-country travel,
>an exercise I've blissfully managed to avoid for the past few years.
>Since most flights no longer serve meals, and since most of them weren't
>worth eating anyway, what kinds of foods do you recommend packing along
>for flight? It's months away, but I'm feeling deprived already.
>
>Peg (in New York's glorious Finger Lakes where, for some peculiar
>reason, the leaves are still on the trees -- in living color!)

The same sort of snacky food you'd take on a road trip for munching in
the car. Cheese and crackers, dried fruit (fruitstraps or fruit bars
or actual fruit), unsweetened natural juice boxes, cookies, and don't
forget a BIG bottle of water.

(huggles)

~Karen AKA Kajikit

Nobody outstubborns a cat...

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Peggy wrote:

> Gang -
>
> In a couple of months I'll be boarding a plane for cross-country travel,
> an exercise I've blissfully managed to avoid for the past few years.
> Since most flights no longer serve meals, and since most of them weren't
> worth eating anyway, what kinds of foods do you recommend packing along
> for flight? It's months away, but I'm feeling deprived already.
>
> Peg (in New York's glorious Finger Lakes where, for some peculiar
> reason, the leaves are still on the trees -- in living color!)
>

I'd recommend trail mix, dried banana chips (ore other fruit), or any
other type of snack mix. for just something to eat in addition to what
others have said.

On Thu, 30 Oct 2003 14:47:30 -0500, Peggy
> wrote:

>Gang -
>
>In a couple of months I'll be boarding a plane for cross-country travel,
>an exercise I've blissfully managed to avoid for the past few years.
>Since most flights no longer serve meals, and since most of them weren't
>worth eating anyway, what kinds of foods do you recommend packing along
>for flight? It's months away, but I'm feeling deprived already.
>
>Peg (in New York's glorious Finger Lakes where, for some peculiar
>reason, the leaves are still on the trees -- in living color!)

A four-pack of those little bottles of wine and 20-30mg of valium.
They do allow the wine bottles on as long as they're sealed. Beats
paying $4/ea for them on the plane.

-sw

On Thu, 30 Oct 2003 16:23:01 -0500, Nancy Young
> wrote:

>Gar wrote:
>>
>> On Thu, 30 Oct 2003 15:12:21 -0500, Nancy Young
>
>> >Anything NOT STINKY. Turkey sandwich, apple, grapes, cookies.
>> >Like that.
>>
>> I'm thinking a beautiful onion/garlic roll with gorgonzola, provolone,
>> and King Oscar sardines. I like the Mediterranean style myself.
>>
>> BURP
>>
>> Gar (smoked oysters in oil would be good also)
>
>Well, as I am claustrophobic and those little airplane bathrooms
>give me the willies,

I'm claustrophobic too. I don't even like the cabin.

> and as the stench

OUCH!!! And I thought I described a beautiful Sandwich!

>would most likely induce my
>gag reflex,

And here I thought you claimed not to have a gag reflex. <g>

>I hope you don't mind being stuck next to a person
>vomitting into a napkin ... if she has one, that is.

Alright, I'll settle for a turkey sub and some chips.

Gak

On Thu, 30 Oct 2003 21:25:43 GMT, "Jack Schidt®"
> wrote:


>Nasty Nasty Nasty!!

LOL.. Guess I wasn't so helpful?

>but might I suggest some fresh garlic?

Mezzatta brand has Italian style pickled garlic and roasted red
peppers. Yummy! Thanks for putting the finishing touches on my
sandwich. <g> Maybe I should get a job designing airline menus. I
wonder if I'd get in trouble lighting saganaki?

Gar

On Thu, 30 Oct 2003 21:25:43 GMT, "Jack Schidt®"
> wrote:

>
><Gar> wrote in message ...
>> On Thu, 30 Oct 2003 15:12:21 -0500, Nancy Young
>> > wrote:
>>
>> >Peggy wrote:
>> >>
>> >> Gang -
>> >>
>> >> In a couple of months I'll be boarding a plane for cross-country
>travel,
>> >> an exercise I've blissfully managed to avoid for the past few years.
>> >> Since most flights no longer serve meals, and since most of them
>weren't
>> >> worth eating anyway, what kinds of foods do you recommend packing along
>> >> for flight? It's months away, but I'm feeling deprived already.
>> >
>> >Anything NOT STINKY. Turkey sandwich, apple, grapes, cookies.
>> >Like that.
>>
>> I'm thinking a beautiful onion/garlic roll with gorgonzola, provolone,
>> and King Oscar sardines. I like the Mediterranean style myself.
>>
>> BURP
>>
>> Gar (smoked oysters in oil would be good also)
>
>Nasty Nasty Nasty!!
>
>but might I suggest some fresh garlic?
>
>Jack Halitosis
>

"And then the woman sitting next to him leaned over and puked in his
lap. Afterwards much hilarity ensued. I still don't see why that Air
Marshal got in such a huff about it though..."

......Alan <laughing>


--
Curiosity killed the cat -
lack of it is killing mankind.

Ariane Jenkins wrote:
>
> On Thu, 30 Oct 2003 16:23:01 -0500,
> Nancy Young > wrote:
> >
> > Well, as I am claustrophobic and those little airplane bathrooms
> > give me the willies, and as the stench would most likely induce my
> > gag reflex, I hope you don't mind being stuck next to a person
> > vomitting into a napkin ... if she has one, that is.
>
> *laughs* I'm not sure if you're joking or not, Nancy, but
> my mother is one of these people. She gets motion sickness very
> easily, but for some bizarre reason, usually doesn't take Dramamine
> for it. The smell of food--particularly strong odors in a confined
> space-- runs the risk of making her hurl. There was a car trip once
> that involved getting fried fish take-out, and the only available
> vomit bags were those flimsy fold-over top sandwich bags, and...
> Well, you can imagine the rest. ;P

I really was only half kidding, I really don't think filling the
plane with any kind of food smell is a good idea. The consequences
could make everyone unhappy. (laugh)

> As much as I love some strong-scented foods like garlic bread,
> etc. I usually don't take them on a flight. No telling when you're
> going to get seated near a person with a delicate stomach.

Smart girl! I know I'm not the only one like this.

Once I took the train back from a trip to Manhattan (gawd I can't
stand public transportation) and this teenager had a cheeseburger.
I have never seen a teenage boy eat so slowly in my life. After
about a half hour of a train car filled with cheeseburger smell,
I was like, EAT IT OR PUT IT AWAY! Okay, so I didn't say it. So
it's not even a matter of good smell or bad smell, it's being
trapped in a confined space with it that bothers me.

nancy

<Gar> wrote in message ...
> On Thu, 30 Oct 2003 21:25:43 GMT, "Jack Schidt®"
> > wrote:
>
>
> >Nasty Nasty Nasty!!
>
> LOL.. Guess I wasn't so helpful?
>
> >but might I suggest some fresh garlic?
>
> Mezzatta brand has Italian style pickled garlic and roasted red
> peppers. Yummy! Thanks for putting the finishing touches on my
> sandwich. <g> Maybe I should get a job designing airline menus. I
> wonder if I'd get in trouble lighting saganaki?
>
> Gar

Just don't put it in a shoe!

Jack FriendlySkiesNot

Gar wrote:
> On Thu, 30 Oct 2003 15:12:21 -0500, Nancy Young
> > wrote:
>
>
>>Peggy wrote:
>>
>>>Gang -
>>>
>>>In a couple of months I'll be boarding a plane for cross-country travel,
>>>an exercise I've blissfully managed to avoid for the past few years.
>>>Since most flights no longer serve meals, and since most of them weren't
>>>worth eating anyway, what kinds of foods do you recommend packing along
>>>for flight? It's months away, but I'm feeling deprived already.
>>
>>Anything NOT STINKY. Turkey sandwich, apple, grapes, cookies.
>>Like that.
>
>
> I'm thinking a beautiful onion/garlic roll with gorgonzola, provolone,
> and King Oscar sardines. I like the Mediterranean style myself.
>
> BURP
>
> Gar (smoked oysters in oil would be good also)


Oooh! Yummy! Or maybe a Stilton, basil, and tomato sandwich on
pumpernickel and a flagon of Cabernet Franc!

Nancy Young wrote:

> Gar wrote:
>
>>On Thu, 30 Oct 2003 15:12:21 -0500, Nancy Young
>
>
>>>Anything NOT STINKY. Turkey sandwich, apple, grapes, cookies.
>>>Like that.
>>
>>I'm thinking a beautiful onion/garlic roll with gorgonzola, provolone,
>>and King Oscar sardines. I like the Mediterranean style myself.
>>
>>BURP
>>
>>Gar (smoked oysters in oil would be good also)
>
>
> Well, as I am claustrophobic and those little airplane bathrooms
> give me the willies, and as the stench would most likely induce my
> gag reflex, I hope you don't mind being stuck next to a person
> vomitting into a napkin ... if she has one, that is.
>
> nancy


Thanks for the reminder to pack a few extra ziploc baggies.
Peg

Gar wrote:
>
> On Thu, 30 Oct 2003 16:23:01 -0500, Nancy Young

> >> I'm thinking a beautiful onion/garlic roll with gorgonzola, provolone,
> >> and King Oscar sardines. I like the Mediterranean style myself.

> >Well, as I am claustrophobic and those little airplane bathrooms
> >give me the willies,
>
> I'm claustrophobic too. I don't even like the cabin.

Then the person in front of you reclines. Ack! I saw these things
that you can buy, get into your seat, put the tray down and attach
these things and the person in front of you can't recline. Sounds
like a plan to me.

> > and as the stench
>
> OUCH!!! And I thought I described a beautiful Sandwich!

You most certainly did. In a house or something. Fine line between
'that smells great!' and 'oh no!'

> >would most likely induce my
> >gag reflex,
>
> And here I thought you claimed not to have a gag reflex. <g>

(laughing) Guess there isn't a strong smelling sandwich involved.

> >I hope you don't mind being stuck next to a person
> >vomitting into a napkin ... if she has one, that is.
>
> Alright, I'll settle for a turkey sub and some chips.

There's my man.

nancy

Steve Wertz wrote:

> On Thu, 30 Oct 2003 14:47:30 -0500, Peggy
> > wrote:
>
>
>>Gang -
>>
>>In a couple of months I'll be boarding a plane for cross-country travel,
>>an exercise I've blissfully managed to avoid for the past few years.
>>Since most flights no longer serve meals, and since most of them weren't
>>worth eating anyway, what kinds of foods do you recommend packing along
>>for flight? It's months away, but I'm feeling deprived already.
>>
>>Peg (in New York's glorious Finger Lakes where, for some peculiar
>>reason, the leaves are still on the trees -- in living color!)
>
>
> A four-pack of those little bottles of wine and 20-30mg of valium.
> They do allow the wine bottles on as long as they're sealed. Beats
> paying $4/ea for them on the plane.
>
> -sw

Great suggestion. It's the flying diet!
Thanks.
Peg

Peggy wrote:

> Steve Wertz wrote:
>
>> On Thu, 30 Oct 2003 14:47:30 -0500, Peggy
>> > wrote:
>>
>>
>>> Gang -
>>>
>>> In a couple of months I'll be boarding a plane for cross-country
>>> travel, an exercise I've blissfully managed to avoid for the past few
>>> years. Since most flights no longer serve meals, and since most of
>>> them weren't worth eating anyway, what kinds of foods do you
>>> recommend packing along for flight? It's months away, but I'm feeling
>>> deprived already.
>>>
>>> Peg (in New York's glorious Finger Lakes where, for some peculiar
>>> reason, the leaves are still on the trees -- in living color!)
>>
>>
>>
>> A four-pack of those little bottles of wine and 20-30mg of valium.
>> They do allow the wine bottles on as long as they're sealed. Beats
>> paying $4/ea for them on the plane.
>>
>> -sw
>
>
> Great suggestion. It's the flying diet!
> Thanks.
> Peg
>
.. . . and thanks to all for your great suggestions. There's hope. . .

Peg

In article >,
wrote:


> Well, as I am claustrophobic and those little airplane bathrooms
> give me the willies, and as the stench would most likely induce my
> gag reflex, I hope you don't mind being stuck next to a person
> vomitting into a napkin ... if she has one, that is.


Don't planes have barf bags? There always used to be one in every seat
pocket. I've never seen one used, though.

--
Dan Abel
Sonoma State University
AIS

Dan Abel wrote:
>
> In article >,
> wrote:
>
> > Well, as I am claustrophobic and those little airplane bathrooms
> > give me the willies, and as the stench would most likely induce my
> > gag reflex, I hope you don't mind being stuck next to a person
> > vomitting into a napkin ... if she has one, that is.
>
> Don't planes have barf bags? There always used to be one in every seat
> pocket. I've never seen one used, though.

(laugh!!) Well, I don't know if they still have them, but I can't
imagine the humiliation if I had to use one. I oddly try to confine
such activities to out of sight, and out of sound if possible.

nancy

"Dan Abel" > wrote in message
...
> In article >,
> wrote:
>
>
> > Well, as I am claustrophobic and those little airplane bathrooms
> > give me the willies, and as the stench would most likely induce my
> > gag reflex, I hope you don't mind being stuck next to a person
> > vomitting into a napkin ... if she has one, that is.
>
>
> Don't planes have barf bags? There always used to be one in every seat
> pocket. I've never seen one used, though.
>


They do and I saw many used on a flight from ABQ to Denver back in 82. The
flight was so bumpy that the seat belts were the only things holding us in
our seats! Lotsa barfing. Now if they could supply them on ferries....

Jack Ralph

On Fri, 31 Oct 2003 15:39:31 GMT, "Jack Schidt®"
> wrote:

>> I wonder if I'd get in trouble lighting saganaki?
>>
>> Gar
>
>Just don't put it in a shoe!
>
Isn't that where saganaki comes from? I love it, but does it smell
when it's NOT going to my table.

Gar

In article >,
wrote:

> Dan Abel wrote:


> > In article >,
> > wrote:


> > > Well, as I am claustrophobic and those little airplane bathrooms
> > > give me the willies, and as the stench would most likely induce my
> > > gag reflex, I hope you don't mind being stuck next to a person
> > > vomitting into a napkin ... if she has one, that is.


> > Don't planes have barf bags? There always used to be one in every seat
> > pocket. I've never seen one used, though.


> (laugh!!) Well, I don't know if they still have them, but I can't
> imagine the humiliation if I had to use one. I oddly try to confine
> such activities to out of sight, and out of sound if possible.


Such things are not possible, in my limited experience. If you gotta
barf, ya gotta barf. I personally wouldn't think the humiliation of
barfing into a barf bag in public would be that hard to imagine. However,
barfing into some little napkin is likely to result in barf everywhere, at
best limited to the barfee. Now *that* would be humiliating. If I had a
weak stomach, the first thing I'd do when I got into the airplane would be
to make sure I could find the barf bag quickly.

--
Dan Abel
Sonoma State University
AIS

Peggy wrote:

> Gar wrote:
>> On Thu, 30 Oct 2003 15:12:21 -0500, Nancy Young
>> > wrote:
>>
>>
>>>Peggy wrote:
>>>
>>>>Gang -
>>>>
>>>>In a couple of months I'll be boarding a plane for cross-country travel,
>>>>an exercise I've blissfully managed to avoid for the past few years.
>>>>Since most flights no longer serve meals, and since most of them weren't
>>>>worth eating anyway, what kinds of foods do you recommend packing along
>>>>for flight? It's months away, but I'm feeling deprived already.
>>>
>>>Anything NOT STINKY. Turkey sandwich, apple, grapes, cookies.
>>>Like that.
>>
>>
>> I'm thinking a beautiful onion/garlic roll with gorgonzola, provolone,
>> and King Oscar sardines. I like the Mediterranean style myself.
>>
>> BURP
>>
>> Gar (smoked oysters in oil would be good also)
>
>
> Oooh! Yummy! Or maybe a Stilton, basil, and tomato sandwich on
> pumpernickel and a flagon of Cabernet Franc!

Don't forget the fresh durian.

---jkb

--
"Grandma taught me never to judge a species by their eating habits."
-- Commander Tucker

<Gar> wrote in message ...
> On Fri, 31 Oct 2003 15:39:31 GMT, "Jack Schidt®"
> > wrote:
>
> >> I wonder if I'd get in trouble lighting saganaki?
> >>
> >> Gar
> >
> >Just don't put it in a shoe!
> >
> Isn't that where saganaki comes from? I love it, but does it smell
> when it's NOT going to my table.
>
> Gar

I was alluding to the 'shoe bomber' but your reply is apt as well. As a kid
we always called pungent cheese fußkäse, or 'foot cheese'. The shoe
definitely fits!

Jack Kasseri

Peggy > wrote:
>In a couple of months I'll be boarding a plane for cross-country travel,
>an exercise I've blissfully managed to avoid for the past few years.
>Since most flights no longer serve meals, and since most of them weren't
>worth eating anyway, what kinds of foods do you recommend packing along
>for flight? It's months away, but I'm feeling deprived already.

Whenever I fly from Italy to the UK, all the (italian) passangers
invariably refuse the offer of sandwiches. On the rare occasion when
the airline turns out to be serving italian sandwiches, the passengers
all change their minds

--
Lucian

Peggy > wrote:
> Gang -

> In a couple of months I'll be boarding a plane for cross-country travel,
> an exercise I've blissfully managed to avoid for the past few years.
> Since most flights no longer serve meals, and since most of them weren't
> worth eating anyway, what kinds of foods do you recommend packing along
> for flight? It's months away, but I'm feeling deprived already.

What time of day does your flight depart? I fly cross country two or
three times a year. Depending on your route and the flight time, you
might do fine just by bringing a few snacks with you. Examples a
nuts, crockers, some beef jerkey. This works well for a flight that
has a late departure time. If you're leaving when a meal would normally
be served, such as 10:00am, what I do is just have a big lunch or
breakfast first, then bring a few snacks with me. I also always carry a
liter bottle of water with me when I travel by commercial aircraft.
If your flight leaves after dinner, for example, just eat whatever
dinner you prefer at home or at a restaurant, then bring a couple of
light snacks with you and water. The water is important because the
environment in a typical commercial aircraft has very dry air so the
water helps maintain proper hydration.

Dan Abel > wrote:

> Don't planes have barf bags? There always used to be one in every seat
> pocket. I've never seen one used, though.

Still is.

On Fri, 31 Oct 2003 10:36:46 -0800,
Jeff Bienstadt > wrote:

> Don't forget the fresh durian.

Argghhhhh! I was trapped in a warm car with a trunkful of
durian on our vacation. It took less than five minutes from the time
they were placed there until the reek had permeated the entire car.
First you could hear people politely and quietly trying to breathe
through their mouths as the stench grew. Then we gave up and opened
the window despite it being in the low 90's with humidity in the 80%+
outside. Try to imagine four desperate people in a Proton Wira, their
faces pressed against the window while silently debating if car
exhaust was better or worse than ripe durian. ;P

Ariane

On Fri, 31 Oct 2003 20:37:39 GMT, Ariane Jenkins
> wrote:

>On Fri, 31 Oct 2003 10:36:46 -0800,
>Jeff Bienstadt > wrote:
>
>> Don't forget the fresh durian.
>
> Argghhhhh! I was trapped in a warm car with a trunkful of
>durian on our vacation. It took less than five minutes from the time
>they were placed there until the reek had permeated the entire car.
>First you could hear people politely and quietly trying to breathe
>through their mouths as the stench grew. Then we gave up and opened
>the window despite it being in the low 90's with humidity in the 80%+
>outside. Try to imagine four desperate people in a Proton Wira, their
>faces pressed against the window while silently debating if car
>exhaust was better or worse than ripe durian. ;P
>
>Ariane

Oh!

This reminds me of one of my favorite Mark Twain stories. It's even
food transport related.

The Invalid's Story

By Mark Twain

I seem sixty and married, but these effects are due to my condition
and sufferings, for I am a bachelor, and only forty-one. It will be
hard for you to believe that I, who am now but a shadow, was a hale,
hearty man two short years ago, -- a man of iron, a very athlete! --
yet such is the simple truth. But stranger still than this fact is the
way in which I lost my health. I lost it through helping to take care
of a box of guns on a two-hundred-mile railway journey one winter's
night. It is the actual truth, and I will tell you about it.

I belong in Cleveland, Ohio. One winter's night, two years ago, I
reached home just after dark, in a driving snow-storm, and the first
thing I heard when I entered the house was that my dearest boyhood
friend and schoolmate, John B. Hackett, had died the day before, and
that his last utterance had been a desire that I would take his
remains home to his poor old father and mother in Wisconsin.

I was greatly shocked and grieved, but there was no time to waste in
emotions; I must start at once. I took the card, marked "Deacon Levi
Hackett, Bethlehem, Wisconsin," and hurried off through the whistling
storm to the railway station.

Arrived there I found the long white-pine box which had been described
to me; I fastened the card to it with some tacks, saw it put safely
aboard the express car, and then ran into the eating-room to provide
myself with a sandwich and some cigars. When I returned, presently,
there was my coffin-box back again, apparently, and a young fellow
examining around it, with a card in his hand, and some tacks and a
hammer!

I was astonished and puzzled. He began to nail on his card, and I
rushed out to the express car, in a good deal of a state of mind, to
ask for an explanation. But no -- there was my box, all right, in the
express car; it hadn't been disturbed. [The fact is that without my
suspecting it a prodigious mistake had been made. I was carrying off a
box of guns which that young fellow had come to the station to ship to
a rifle company in Peoria, Illinois, and he had got my corpse!]

Just then the conductor sung out "All aboard," and I jumped into the
express car and got a comfortable seat on a bale of buckets. The
expressman was there, hard at work, -- a plain man of fifty, with a
simple, honest, good-natured face, and a breezy, practical heartiness
in his general style.

As the train moved off a stranger skipped into the car and set a
package of peculiarly mature and capable Limburger cheese on one end
of my coffin-box -- I mean my box of guns. That is to say, I know now
that it was Limburger cheese, but at that time I never had heard of
the article in my life, and of course was wholly ignorant of its
character.

Well, we sped through the wild night, the bitter storm raged on, a
cheerless misery stole over me, my heart went down, down, down! The
old expressman made a brisk remark or two about the tempest and the
arctic weather, slammed his sliding doors to, and bolted them, closed
his window down tight, and then went bustling around, here and there
and yonder, setting things to rights, and all the time contentedly
humming "Sweet By and By," in a low tone, and flatting a good deal.

Presently I began to detect a most evil and searching odor stealing
about on the frozen air. This depressed my spirits still more, because
of course I attributed it to my poor departed friend. There was
something infinitely saddening about his calling himself to my
remembrance in this dumb pathetic way, so it was hard to keep the
tears back. Moreover, it distressed me on account of the old
expressman, who, I was afraid, might notice it. However, he went
humming tranquilly on, and gave no sign; and for this I was grateful.

Grateful, yes, but still uneasy; and soon I began to feel more and
more uneasy every minute, for every minute that went by that odor
thickened up the more, and got to be more and more gamey and hard to
stand.

Presently, having got things arranged to his satisfaction, the
expressman got some wood and made up a tremendous fire in his stove.
This distressed me more than I can tell, for I could not but feel that
it was a mistake. I was sure that the effect would be deleterious upon
my poor departed friend. Thompson -- the expressman's name was
Thompson, as I found out in the course of the night -- now went poking
around his car, stopping up whatever stray cracks he could find,
remarking that it didn't make any difference what kind of a night it
was outside, he calculated to make us comfortable, anyway.

I said nothing, but I believed he was not choosing the right way.
Meantime he was humming to himself just as before; and meantime, too,
the stove was getting hotter and hotter, and the place closer and
closer. I felt myself growing pale and qualmish, but grieved in
silence and said nothing. Soon I noticed that the "Sweet By and By"
was gradually fading out; next it ceased altogether, and there was an
ominous stillness. After a few moments Thompson said,--

"Pfew! I reckon it ain't no cinnamon 't I've loaded up thish-yer stove
with!"

He gasped once or twice, then moved toward the cof -- gun-box, stood
over that Limburger cheese part of a moment, then came back and sat
down near me, looking a good deal impressed. After a contemplative
pause, he said, indicating the box with a gesture,--

"Friend of yourn?"

"Yes," I said with a sigh.

"He's pretty ripe, ain't he!"

Nothing further was said for perhaps a couple of minutes, each being
busy with his own thoughts; then Thompson said, in a low, awed
voice,--

"Sometimes it's uncertain whether they're really gone or not, -- seem
gone, you know -- body warm, joints limber -- and so, although you
think they're gone, you don't really know. I've had cases in my car.
It's perfectly awful, becuz you don't know what minute they'll rise up
and look at you!" Then, after a pause, and slightly lifting his elbow
toward the box, -- "But he ain't in no trance! No, sir, I go bail for
him!"

We sat some time, in meditative silence, listening to the wind and the
roar of the train; then Thompson said, with a good deal of feeling,--

"Well-a-well, we've all got to go, they ain't no getting around it.
Man that is born of woman is of few days and far between, as Scriptur'
says. Yes, you look at it any way you want to, it's awful solemn and
cur'us: they ain't nobody can get around it; all's got to go -- just
everybody, as you may say. One day you're hearty and strong"--here he
scrambled to his feet and broke a pane and stretched his nose out at
it a moment or two, then sat down again while I struggled up and
thrust my nose out at the same place, and this we kept on doing every
now and then -- "and next day he's cut down like the grass, and the
places which knowed him then knows him no more forever, as Scriptur'
says. Yes'ndeedy, it's awful solemn and cur'us; but we've all got to
go, one time or another; they ain't no getting around it."

There was another long pause; then, --

"What did he die of?"

I said I didn't know.

"How long has he ben dead?"

It seemed judicious to enlarge the facts to fit the probabilities; so
I said,--

"Two or three days."

But it did no good; for Thompson received it with an injured look
which plainly said, "Two or three years, you mean." Then he went right
along, placidly ignoring my statement, and gave his views at
considerable length upon the unwisdom of putting off burials too long.
Then he lounged off toward the box, stood a moment, then came back on
a sharp trot and visited the broken pane, observing,--

"'Twould 'a' ben a dum sight better, all around, if they'd started him
along last summer."

Thompson sat down and buried his face in his red silk handkerchief,
and began to slowly sway and rock his body like one who is doing his
best to endure the almost unendurable. By this time the fragrance --
if you may call it fragrance -- was just about suffocating, as near as
you can come at it. Thompson's face was turning gray; I knew mine
hadn't any color left in it. By and by Thompson rested his forehead in
his left hand, with his elbow on his knee, and sort of waved his red
handkerchief towards the box with his other hand, and said,--

"I've carried a many a one of 'em, -- some of 'em considerable
overdue, too, -- but, lordy, he just lays over 'em all! -- and does it
easy. Cap., they was heliotrope to him!"

This recognition of my poor friend gratified me, in spite of the sad
circumstances, because it had so much the sound of a compliment.

Pretty soon it was plain that something had got to be done. I
suggested cigars. Thompson thought it was a good idea. He said,--

"Likely it'll modify him some."

We puffed gingerly along for a while, and tried hard to imagine that
things were improved. But it wasn't any use. Before very long, and
without any consultation, both cigars were quietly dropped from our
nerveless fingers at the same moment. Thompson said, with a sigh,--

"No, Cap., it don't modify him worth a cent. Fact is, it makes him
worse, becuz it appears to stir up his ambition. What do you reckon we
better do, now?"

I was not able to suggest anything; indeed, I had to be swallowing and
swallowing, all the time, and did not like to trust myself to speak.
Thompson fell to maundering, in a desultory and low-spirited way,
about the miserable experiences of this night; and he got to referring
to my poor friend by various titles, -- sometimes military ones,
sometimes civil ones; and I noticed that as fast as my poor friend's
effectiveness grew, Thompson promoted him accordingly, -- gave him a
bigger title. Finally he said,--

"I've got an idea. Suppos'n we buckle down to it and give the Colonel
a bit of a shove towards t'other end of the car? -- about ten foot,
say. He wouldn't have so much influence, then, don't you reckon?"

I said it was a good scheme. So we took in a good fresh breath at the
broken pane, calculating to hold it till we got through; then we went
there and bent over that deadly cheese and took a grip on the box.
Thompson nodded "All ready," and then we threw ourselves forward with
all our might; but Thompson slipped, and slumped down with his nose on
the cheese, and his breath got loose. He gagged and gasped, and
floundered up and made a break for the door, pawing the air and
saying, hoarsely, "Don't hender me! -- gimme the road! I'm a-dying;
gimme the road!" Out on the cold platform I sat down and held his head
a while, and he revived. Presently he said,--

"Do you reckon we started the Gen'rul any?"

I said no; we hadn't budged him.

"Well, then, that idea's up the flume. We got to think up something
else. He's suited wher' he is, I reckon; and if that's the way he
feels about it, and has made up his mind that he don't wish to be
disturbed, you bet he's a-going to have his own way in the business.
Yes, better leave him right wher' he is, long as he wants it so; becuz
he holds all the trumps, don't you know, and so it stands to reason
that the man that lays out to alter his plans for him is going to get
left."

But we couldn't stay out there in that mad storm; we should have
frozen to death. So we went in again and shut the door, and began to
suffer once more and take turns at the break in the window. By and by,
as we were starting away from a station where we had stopped a moment
Thompson pranced in cheerily, and exclaimed, --

"We're all right, now! I reckon we've got the Commodore this time. I
judge I've got the stuff here that'll take the tuck out of him."

It was carbolic acid. He had a carboy of it. He sprinkled it all
around everywhere; in fact he drenched everything with it, rifle-box,
cheese and all. Then we sat down, feeling pretty hopeful. But it
wasn't for long. You see the two perfumes began to mix, and then --
well, pretty soon we made a break for the door; and out there Thompson
swabbed his face with his bandanna and said in a kind of disheartened
way,--

"It ain't no use. We can't buck agin him. He just utilizes everything
we put up to modify him with, and gives it his own flavor and plays it
back on us. Why, Cap., don't you know, it's as much as a hundred times
worse in there now than it was when he first got a-going. I never did
see one of 'em warm up to his work so, and take such a dumnation
interest in it. No, sir, I never did, as long as I've ben on the road;
and I've carried a many a one of 'em, as I was telling you."

We went in again, after we were frozen pretty stiff; but my, we
couldn't stay in, now. So we just waltzed back and forth, freezing,
and thawing, and stifling, by turns. In about an hour we stopped at
another station; and as we left it Thompson came in with a bag, and
said,--

"Cap., I'm a-going to chance him once more, -- just this once; and if
we don't fetch him this time, the thing for us to do, is to just throw
up the sponge and withdraw from the canvass. That's the way I put it
up."

He had brought a lot of chicken feathers, and dried apples, and leaf
tobacco, and rags, and old shoes, and sulphur, and assafoetida, and
one thing or another; and he piled them on a breadth of sheet iron in
the middle of the floor, and set fire to them. When they got well
started, I couldn't see, myself, how even the corpse could stand it.
All that went before was just simply poetry to that smell, -- but mind
you, the original smell stood up out of it just as sublime as ever, --
fact is, these other smells just seemed to give it a better hold; and
my, how rich it was! I didn't make these reflections there -- there
wasn't time -- made them on the platform. And breaking for the
platform, Thompson got suffocated and fell; and before I got him
dragged out, which I did by the collar, I was mighty near gone myself.
When we revived, Thompson said dejectedly,--

"We got to stay out here, Cap. We got to do it. They ain't no other
way. The Governor wants to travel alone, and he's fixed so he can
outvote us."

And presently he added,--

"And don't you know, we're pisoned. It's our last trip, you can make
up your mind to it. Typhoid fever is what's going to come of this. I
feel it a-coming right now. Yes, sir, we're elected, just as sure as
you're born."

We were taken from the platform an hour later, frozen and insensible,
at the next station, and I went straight off into a virulent fever,
and never knew anything again for three weeks. I found out, then, that
I had spent that awful night with a harmless box of rifles and a lot
of innocent cheese; but the news was too late to save me; imagination
had done its work, and my health was permanently shattered; neither
Bermuda nor any other land can ever bring it back to me. This is my
last trip; I am on my way home to die.


--
Curiosity killed the cat -
lack of it is killing mankind.

A.T. Hagan wrote:
> On Fri, 31 Oct 2003 20:37:39 GMT, Ariane Jenkins
> > wrote:
>
>
>>On Fri, 31 Oct 2003 10:36:46 -0800,
>>Jeff Bienstadt > wrote:
>>
>>
>>>Don't forget the fresh durian.
>>
>> Argghhhhh! I was trapped in a warm car with a trunkful of
>>durian on our vacation. It took less than five minutes from the time
>>they were placed there until the reek had permeated the entire car.
>>First you could hear people politely and quietly trying to breathe
>>through their mouths as the stench grew. Then we gave up and opened
>>the window despite it being in the low 90's with humidity in the 80%+
>>outside. Try to imagine four desperate people in a Proton Wira, their
>>faces pressed against the window while silently debating if car
>>exhaust was better or worse than ripe durian. ;P
>>
>>Ariane
>
>
> Oh!
>
> This reminds me of one of my favorite Mark Twain stories. It's even
> food transport related.
>
> The Invalid's Story
>
> By Mark Twain
>
> I seem sixty and married, but these effects are due to my condition
> and sufferings, for I am a bachelor, and only forty-one. It will be
> hard for you to believe that I, who am now but a shadow, was a hale,
> hearty man two short years ago, -- a man of iron, a very athlete! --
> yet such is the simple truth. But stranger still than this fact is the
> way in which I lost my health. I lost it through helping to take care
> of a box of guns on a two-hundred-mile railway journey one winter's
> night. It is the actual truth, and I will tell you about it.
>

<snip>

A wonderful story! Thanks for posting it here.
Peg