Here we sit at Laguardia Airport with my backpack, and Ziggy's little suitcase, on the floor in front of me waiting for the doors to open so we can get our seat on the plane to London. I asked Ziggy what she had in her suitcase and she wouldn't tell me. Geeze. I hope I have everything I need in my backpack. I hope there's no problems from this point on. You see, while they were scanning my backpack, bells and whistles went off. Security people surrounded me. It seems Ziggy had slipped a can of tuna into my backpack. They took the tuna and Ziggy snickered when I gave her a dirty look. She lost the look when I asked if she wanted to wait here until I got back.
Then, over the loud speaker, a woman spoke in a cheerful voice, "Flight 73 for London, England now open for seating at Gate 39. Please have your tickets ready."
Ziggy jumped in front of me and we both eagerly gave the woman our tickets. We walked down the ramp to the plane. Entering the plane, Ziggy started to make a left to go to First Class. I tugged on her tail motioned with my head to the right. We were in 3rd Class. She shook her head and was pretty disappointed but so what.
We took our seats and fastened our seat belts and the plane started down the runway. As we were taxiing down the runway, the stewardess was giving directions on what to do in case of an emergency.
When the plane took off, the stewardess brought us something to eat. I was hungry, it was 11am, so I for one was looking forward to it. We had tea and an Egg Mayonaise on a Water Cress Roll. Dessert was a small Raisin Cake.
My take on our lunch? Simply Disgusting! I will never understand how an airline that has the most innovative, fresh and delicious snacks on its European routes can serve such a disgusting snack on a long-haul flight. Insubstantial and cheaply presented almost like school lunch bag. The sandwich was absolutely tasteless and remained even after I sprinkled all the salt and pepper provided on it. The cake was tiny, dry and tasteless. The only saving grace was the tea which is always a delight.
Ziggys take on lunch? She meowed for a toothpick.
Here's a better recipe for a raisin cake.
Raisin Coffee Cake
1 and 1/2 cup of all-purpose flour
3/4 cup milk
1/2 cup raisins
1/4 cup sugar
6 additional Tablespoons sugar
3 Tablespoons butter -- melted
2 teaspoons baking powder
1 teaspoon cinnamon
1/2 teaspoon salt
1/2 teaspoon allspice
Preheat oven to 350 degrees.
In a large bowl, sift together flour, salt, 6 Tablespoons of sugar, baking powder and allspice. Now, add the milk, egg and butter. Mix well, stirring in the raisins as you do.
Turn into a greased and floured 8-inch layer cake pan.
Mix together 1/4 cup of sugar and cinnamon. Sprinkle over the top of the cake.
Bake for 25 to 30 minutes or until it passes the toothpick test.
Too bad we didn't have that on da plane. On the way to London, we had a few other snacks. Don't buy a raisin cake, make your own. Much better with your coffee in the AM! Ziggy slept most of the way. But I wasn't surprised.
Tomorrow, Ziggy gets sick when we landed at Heathrow Airport and our treck through the town. We had to move to get to the tube (subway) so we could go to Piccadilly Circus and walk up Shaftsbury Avenue or Coventry Street to the Trocadero, London's premier entertainment complex.