Fact: Many people complain about the taste of airplane food. However, they fail to consider the fact that they are traveling at 500 miles per hour in a pressurized cabin at around 30,000 feet. The dry air at that altitude, combined with the low pressure that causes a reduction in the sense of smell, impacts the function of taste buds. Studies have shown that your ability to taste drops as much as 30% on a plane. Airlines typically compensate by putting more salt and sugar in food, which makes things taste just a bit off. Also, the loud noises on a plane can impact taste buds, inhibiting the ability to taste sweet food.
I thought about having to drive to the airport this morning, and this is what I came up with; oh, so true1
5:30 AM and we are getting ready to go to the airport at 8:00 AM for a 10:30 AM flight to Texas and then on to Detroit for my operation on Monday morning. I realized I had not flown in over 25 years!
It is 12:35, and we are 37,000 feet up in the sky!! We just finished an excellent shrimp salad. It is 3:15 Texas time, and we are 80 miles from Dallas.
Coming into Dallas
We arrived with 40 minutes to spare before departing for Detroit. We had dinner on the plane; Mary had a turkey sandwich, and I had another salad!
I was reading on the way into Detroit!
We had to laugh at meals on airplanes today. In the 1960s, there were meals served!
Steak, chicken, seafood… wow!
It is 2,277 miles as the crow flies, from Orange to Detroit, more if you must stop in Texas on the way!
Mary and her GPS make great navigators. We made it from the airport t the hotel in under an hour, even with the construction work on the freeway GPS did not know about!
I got myself a seniors GPS. Not only does it tell me how to get to my destination, it tells me why I wanted to go there.
I’ve decided I’m dressing in a costume for Christmas. I’m going to wear a fleece jacket, show off pictures of kids and carry a GPS navigation unit. I’m going as……ready for this…are you sure… FLEECE NAVI-DAD.
By 11:33 PM local time, we were ready for bed; Mary was reading, and I finished today’s daily diary.
