Solucions a la cuina d'avió (I)

Es de domini públic, el menjar dels avions és una merda. Però es veu que hi ha merdes i merdes. De les segones és les que et pots trobar als vols que et porten fins a Mumbai amb Virgin, la companyia del multimilionari Richard Branson.

Què fer?
Normalment tragar, no hi ha més remei, però si l'amo de la companyia és famós i conegut, se li pot enviar una carta ensenyant-li les tortures culinàries a les que sotmet al personal:

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I imagine the same questions are racing through your brilliant mind as were racing through mine on that fateful day. What is this? Why have I been given it? What have I done to deserve this? And, which one is the starter, which one is the dessert?

You don’t get to a position like yours Richard with anything less than a generous sprinkling of observational power so I KNOW you will have spotted the tomato next to the two yellow shafts of sponge on the left. Yes, it’s next to the sponge shaft without the green paste. That’s got to be the clue hasn’t it. No sane person would serve a desert with a tomato would they. Well answer me this Richard, what sort of animal would serve a desert with peas in:

Per no regirar l'estomac, enllestirem al resta amb un altre post..