[offline at 36000ft, having been fed something rather unappetising]
Why is it that i think airline food is a strange and cruel experiment conducted on unwilling volunteers? (with the exception on my big sister who claims to enjoy it, the poor deranged girl….)
It seems to me that they first decide on a food that no sane individual would choose. Then make sure it becomes even less edible after sitting being warmed festered for a few hours. If at all possible, it should be impossible to eat with post 9/11 plastic cutlery, easy to throw over yourself in a confined space, and, most of all leave you with a deep sense of regret having eaten it.
Seriously, who decides that a tray of festering ‘food’ masquerading as a cooked meal represents a good thing to serve on a plane?