Virgin Atlantic Clubhouse, Heathrow. The breakfast smells incredible, and I didn’t have dinner last night.
But I am declining, even the croissants, saving my calories for the Kosher Kedassia meals on the flight. There will be foods on my tray that are not on my training program, so I need to choose my sins.
But boy, am I hungry. The temptation to partake is extreme.
There is no better taste in the world than the taste of smoked salmon at 30,000 feet. Talk about comfort food…
Thanks to ANA and Emunah Caterers in Hawthorne, one of the happiest parts of my trans-Pacific trips is the onboard Kosher mid-flight snack during the 12 hour flight to Tokyo. I pull up a novel on the Kindle, wash hands, make the turkey sandwich, and bliss follows.
We have discovered that, in a pinch, you can use Instant mashed potatoes to make pretty decent latkes.
All it takes is a lot of oil (preferably canola) and the right seasoning.
We’re flying a little low to keep out of the worst of the Jet Stream turbulence.
The captain need not worry: it has been seven hours since a light breakfast. It’s going to take more than a few bumps to keep me from devouring this airborne spread of Kosher delights.
First meal of the day.
35,000 feet above St. George, Utah.
Man, I am hungry.
One big upside of ordering Kosher meals: the little extra bit of TLC it affords me from the cabin crew on a long overwater flight.