Dear Wigleaf,

I'm in the sky on a plane headed to London!

Let me tell you about what I've eaten. First there was a little hummus snack. It came with sticks (supposedly bread-based) for dipping, a plastic cup of white lettuce, and a squirt pouch of vinaigrette. There was also a cheesecake brownie but let me tell you it was just a brownie. Chaos ensued when the flight attendants came around to collect just the hummus container but not the lettuce cup or the tray it all came on. They had to keep telling people to keep their cutlery. Then they came around and passed out dinner. I chose pasta from a selection of pasta, chicken, or beef. It tasted the way McCormick basil smells and it had the mouthfeel of glue. I didn't finish it. But alas! Another course came soon after. It was a sandwich with cheese and something else in it and it was hotter than the sun. Not bad! Then a few hours later they brought around these little pancake bundles with apple goo in them. I don't think I've ever been given so much food on a plane.

Flying is funny, don't you think? Here I am, breathing in other people's farts, and yet I'm also in the clouds.

Cheers,

Meghan