Up until a few days ago, avoiding restaurants had been easy. I committed to cooking every night with the help of E-Mealz, and we made lunches to bring to work every day. Busy weekend days, when we would have normally gone out to eat, were slightly altered with meals at home. We hadn’t encountered anything too complicated.
On Sunday, we faced our biggest challenge yet, and conquered it mightily! (If I do say so myself.) We flew at dinner-time, with a 13 month old, and still ate in! Our flight to Tampa left at 6:20pm. We knew we would be getting to the airport around 4:20pm, and not arriving to our final destination until close to 11:00pm. Eating dinner before or after the flight was not an option. Normally, if we were eating at the airport, we would probably get something from one of the fast food options. Instead, I packed orange slices, strawberry feta salad, and peppercorn turkey sandwiches on sourdough. Here’s what it looked like.
I wanted to make sure our meal would be good enough that we wouldn’t even want the options at the airport. I stepped up the sandwich a few notches from our normal lunch meat on double-fiber bread. We bought “real” deli meat that was sliced at the deli counter. I also bought some “special bread.” Wal-Mart actually has some nice specialty bread in their bakery section. We went for the sourdough loaf. For another special touch, I packed them in parchment paper as if my kitchen were a real deli; I like to pretend. The other part of our dinner was an attempt to clean out the refrigerator before going out-of-town. We had some lettuce and strawberries that needed to go, so they made the salad. Oranges almost always make it into any packed meal I make, and I cut them into disks because it’s fun.
We had to take turns eating because Ryman was flying in our lap. She did awesome, though. She slept for about 30 minutes on me, got up and ate her dinner, and then slept for 30 minutes on Matt.
The only hitch in the plan was eating the salads. We weren’t able to eat them because I forgot forks, and the plane didn’t have any. That didn’t matter because the sandwiches ended up being so huge, we were full after half. We ate the other half on our ride from the airport to the house.
One last thing…a confession. We purchased our drinks. In our defense, we would have violated federal law smuggling drinks through security, and probably would have been subjected to one of those full body scans. However, we did have some money my parents gave us to retrieve my grandpa’s car from long-term parking. When my dad gave it to us, he said he threw in a little extra “for incidentals.” This…was an incidental. So technically speaking, we did not spend our own money, even on our drinks.