Dairy Free Airline Food
Friday, October 9th, 2009
A couple of bad experiences too many, and I learned my lesson: Bring Your Own…
“Something about traveling always makes me crave junk food,” a traveling companion once told me. I had to agree, as I stuffed my face with a McDonald’s cheeseburger Happy Meal (ah, but those were the days…). What is it that is so appealing? The friendly yellow arches amidst a torrent of unfamiliar people? The hostility of the people behind the check-in counters endlessly typing away only to present you with a boarding pass and a soulless smile that says, “I’ve long since abandoned my hopes for humanity”? (This is particular to LAX, by the way and similar to Idiocrasy’s “Welcome to Costco, I love you…”)
The answer is actually yes. Junk food is comfort food and when we’re in transit, we’re in need of some comfort. While traveling itself can be a joy to experience, the antichamber of airport terminals is similar to a birthing process. You have to squeeze yourself through crowds and wait in cramped lines and finally pass security before you can gallop down a deserted beach on horseback at sunset. Ok, that was a disturbing analogy, so let’s just forget about that and move on.