Airline food doesn’t normally warrant a comment but I thought Virgin Atlantic (Premium) did pretty well today.I am so relieved that they’ve abandoned the annoying bendy plastic cutlery in favour of dinky Robert Welsh designed stainless steel hardware.And nice crisp large red cloth napkin also, so much more civilised!I was on my usual tomato watch and the obligatory chicken dish is often a fine contender for some tomato sauce so I went for the beef with green beans, baby carrots and rather a nice surprise, mash.And not too bad mash either.This was accompanied by a fresh seedy roll with cheese and a cheeky glass of Tempranillo. And as a finale that was an always welcome little pot of Gü, just perfect! Not a bad late lunch for a flight at all. I'm sure I would have enjoyed the meal in Upper Class even more, I was rather taken with the aeroplane salt and pepper shakers that I saw being popped onto one of the hallowed trays and wondered how many of these 'accidentally' end up in naughty passengers' luggage. We don't have such fripperies in our cabin, so no temptation here. There was a time when I couldn't bear to eat anything on a plane as the homogenised mingling aromas finished off which that coffee in a flask smell would turn my stomach every time without fail. I finally realise that if I had a little of something to eat, I then didn't seem to be so bothered by the cacophony of odours any more. It's not such a problem now, I think the quality of food has definitely improved and as long as a waft of that dreaded over stewed coffee doesn't hit me - I'll be fine!
EATS, COOKS & BLOGS
The random ramblings of a self confessed foodie diva gathering all tasty morsels of food related trivia and regurgitating them for your delectation.
Less of a weblog more of a grublog!
Bon appetit!
"Tell me what you eat, and I will tell you what you are"
"Ask not what you can do for your country, Ask what's for lunch" - Orson Welles
"When you feast, devour it all" - Tolstoy
Food, like a loving touch or a glimpse of divine power, has that ability to comfort.
Enchant, stay beautiful and graceful, but do this, eat well. Bring the same consideration to the preparation of your food as you devote to your appearance. Let your dinner be a poem, like your dress.
I wish you a merry Christmas, I wish you a merry Christmas, I wish you a merry Christmas and a Happy New Year
One cannot think well, love well, sleep well, if one has not dined well
Cooking is like love, it should be entered into with abandon or not at all
Here's to another year of eating fabulously!
They dined on mince, and slices of quince, which they ate with a runcible spoon
Bear in mind that you should conduct yourself in life as at a feast
Have yourself a merry little Christmas
Christmas is coming, the goose is getting fat
'tis the season to be jolly, tra la la la la... la la la la
Chestnuts roasting on an open fire, Jack Frost nipping at your nose...
Dine we must and we may as well dine elegantly as well as wholesomely
Full of mellow fruitfulness
Melting in your mouth and not in your hand!
Eating the Big Apple, one bite at a time
(Not always about mash!)
It's tasty, tasty very very tasty! It's very tasty!
Airline food doesn’t normally warrant a comment but I thought Virgin Atlantic (Premium) did pretty well today. I am so relieved that they’ve abandoned the annoying bendy plastic cutlery in favour of dinky Robert Welsh designed stainless steel hardware. And nice crisp large red cloth napkin also, so much more civilised! I was on my usual tomato watch and the obligatory chicken dish is often a fine contender for some tomato sauce so I went for the beef with green beans, baby carrots and rather a nice surprise, mash. And not too bad mash either. This was accompanied by a fresh seedy roll with cheese and a cheeky glass of Tempranillo. And as a finale that was an always welcome little pot of Gü, just perfect! Not a bad late lunch for a flight at all. 
I'm sure I would have enjoyed the meal in Upper Class even more, I was rather taken with the aeroplane salt and pepper shakers that I saw being popped onto one of the hallowed trays and wondered how many of these 'accidentally' end up in naughty passengers' luggage. We don't have such fripperies in our cabin, so no temptation here. There was a time when I couldn't bear to eat anything on a plane as the homogenised mingling aromas finished off which that coffee in a flask smell would turn my stomach every time without fail. I finally realise that if I had a little of something to eat, I then didn't seem to be so bothered by the cacophony of odours any more. It's not such a problem now, I think the quality of food has definitely improved and as long as a waft of that dreaded over stewed coffee doesn't hit me - I'll be fine!
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