When I went to sign up for the British Airways frequent flyer program, this drop down menu cracked me up:
I think I didn't pick a preference. Wound up eating pretty decent chicken and pasta on the flight from Heathrow (where they sold cupcakes at Starbucks and EAT!) to JFK. I'm home now, usual week o' madness with proofing Peep Show, trying to finish up Best Sex Writing 2010, In The Flesh on Thursday and who knows what else. It's great to be back though!
Here's what I ate on the plane: