Solid Entertainment

San Antonio was a great place to visit. Did you know it is the 7th largest city in the United States? I certainly didn’t know that. I actually had no idea. It was about 10 times as big as I thought it was… Population is about 1.5 million. Huh. I wasn’t in a big hurry to leave, but the new job starts tomorrow and the plane was waiting for us.

We had a 6:40am flight, so we could get home in time for theater tickets tonight. It said we were going to get breakfast, even though it was only a 2 hour and 15 minute flight. The flight attendant came and showed us the two choices of breakfast box on her phone. Or on A phone; I guess it could have been an official Delta menu offering phone. The first one was called the bakery box and I tried to quickly focus on the items listed, then she switched to the second offering, called the charcuterie box. I am not adventurous with meats, so knew immediately that I wanted the bakery box. No surprise, Keith chose the other.

It gave us almost a half an hour of solid entertainment.

I opened the box and it was stuffed full of packages. We were in the bulkhead, so I think our trays were a little smaller than the usual ones, but my box took up most of the space. I was trying to figure out what I had and not drop anything on the floor where it would never be reached. I found my cutlery pack and tore the paper wrapper down the middle, which also tore my long skinny napkin in half. I had two very nice 4 inch wide napkins. Luckily, nothing in my box really made me want to use a napkin. I started with chai oatmeal. What is chai? It’s tea. That’s all I know. I think it is a grain. Or a berry. I have no idea. I tried the oatmeal and then rooted around for a packet of sugar. Or five packets of sugar. I found none, so I passed it to Keith. He asked what it was and I said weird oatmeal. He tasted it and gave it back. I said I didn’t want it and he gobbled it right up. What? Perfect.

Next, I had some chocolate cherry something hard. I guess I would call them biscotti…I can’t remember what the package said. I guess I don’t know what biscotti is either. I wonder if chai biscotti is a thing. Anyway, they had me at cherry. There were two and they were hard. HARD. And flat. And thin. I bit into one and chomped off a piece. It tasted…dry. And hard. I used my side teeth for subsequent bites. I tasted cherries. And chocolate. The texture was a little addictive. Chomp chomp chomp.

Keith leaned over and gave me a package of olives, because he doesn’t like olives. Olives go with a charcuterie tray for sure. But do they go with breakfast? Not sure.

I moved on to not granola. I am pretty sure that is what it was called. It turned out to be granola. Granola is weird to eat without yogurt to put it into, or without someone already making it into a bar. I had a spoon, so I spooned it out of the package. It was good.

I opened my cinnamon almonds. Have you ever had those sugared cinnamon nuts at the fair or Disney World? So good. These were not those. These were almonds with cinnamon on them. I am not a huge fan of cinnamon (unless it comes with a hearty dose of sugar), but I do really like almonds. As I ate them, I thought, I do not think I really like these. But Keith doesn’t like to eat nuts, so I ate them. Not bad but wouldn’t have them again.

Keith handed me a mostly empty plastic tray. He had eaten the cheese but was not interested in the dried apples and cranberries in one of the little compartments. There was also a cool little wooden tweezers, or maybe it was just a double barreled tooth pick. I had to finagle it out of its compartment. I wondered why Keith hadn’t used it to stab his cheese, but I was delighted to have it. I played with it a little. It made no sense for apples and berries, so I found my granola spoon in the mounting pile of packages and used it. Now that I had a great little tool, I opened the olives and stabbed them with my toothpick tweezers. Olives are very weird for breakfast.

I got a nice sized packet of almond butter. This box is not for the no nuts folks. I searched around for something to put it on. Mmm. Maybe I was supposed to have put it on the hard biscotti things. Melba toast! That is kinda the consistency of those things. Anyway, I don’t think that would have tasted good together. I found the tiniest little poppyseed muffin. It was basically a ball about the size of the circle you can make with your forefinger and thumb. And SOLID. The densest muffin ever. I tasted it and could absolute not imagine putting almond butter on it. I’ve never had almond butter, so this decision was based on nothing. Bottom line, the dense tiny muffin was tasty. It needed no butter.

The banana chips were salty, with no sweet at all. I have not had sweet-less banana chips before. I did not think they would be improved with almond butter.

Keith handed me a little circle of fig spread. He said he had nothing to put fig spread on. I suggested olives. He said he didn’t have any olives, which was true. He said there had been no meat at all in his charcuterie box, but the cheese was very good. He had about 4 times as much cheese as he had crackers, even though he put a lot on each cracker. There was no room for figs on his crackers. I guess he could have been a little chef-ier and done fig spread AND cheese. That would have been good. I think. I have never had fig spread. I know what figs are, though. Keith said that he liked Fig Newtons when he was little.

I got a tiny chocolate bar which I gave to Keith. He really likes chocolate. He said it was dark chocolate and I wouldn’t have liked it anyway.

I really think I had something else, but I can’t think of it. I would rate my breakfast a 10. I didn’t love everything, but I had SO MUCH FUN. I wouldn’t have traded it for anything.

Alexander picked us up at 9, we hung out with him until we were tired, took a nap (where Keith slept and I read), then went to see The Prom at the Orpheum in Minneapolis. It was way better than the movie. It was raining when we went and snowing when we came home. The ground is white. Thanks for the welcome, Minnesota.