Plane Food... Dinner and Breakfast, in that order.

Full of pasty and ready to get onto Cape Town, we headed back to Heathrow. Terminal 5 is massive and I eyed the restaurants where we could eat on the way home (like the Boy Scouts, I am always prepared). Safely on board our 747 and bound for Cape Town, we ate our worcester pretzels and drank our drinks as we chatted.

Then came dinner. I don't know how they do it, but it's like they spray some delicious food spray throughout the plane that makes you start craving dinner. Then, they start passing around the special dinners and we eagerly await our dinner, straining to hear what's on offer.

This time? Chicken and ratatouille OR beef lasagna. And in the spirit of sharing, I ordered the lasagna and G got the chicken.

We both got a little green salad with slivers of beetroot.


And our main food package had a description of the innards.


And the inner picture looked very similar...


It was quite delicious! Not the best thing I'd ever eaten, but there were layers of tender pasta with a meaty sauce and an excellent bechamel.

G's chicken had an excellent barley pilaf and ratatouille.


It was tasty, actually. It had a very healthy flavour, and G seemed to enjoy it.

For dessert, we had a delicious frangipane.


It was lovely, really. It was almondy and rich.

As soon as we finished, it was lights out for dynagrrl. We flew overnight to Cape Town, which is great because you leave in the evening and you get to sunny paradise like Cape Town in the morning. I rested as well as I could on a plane, while G watched movies and dozed off and on.

Drinks started coming around again hours later, and the smell of breakfast started filling the cabin. The choice was frittata OR full english breakfast. Twist my arm. We both ordered the full english.


The bacon under the egg was gag inducing, but the egg itself was delicious, as were the mushrooms and tomato. Juice good. Yogurt good. Muffin too sweet. I'm not talking about the sausage because gag inducing doesn't come close.

We ate. I started getting antsy. The full english started rumbling like mad in my belly and soon we were on the ground in bright sunny Cape Town!

Beginning at the beginning.

The thing about South Africa, and being on a crazy relaxing holiday, is that there are so many food things to share that a little blogger doesn't know where to begin! So after much thought and weighing of the options, I am starting at the beginning...

And the beginning is a British Airways flight from Toronto to London Heathrow.

Flying BA was amazing. I've flown to the UK a couple of times, always on a charter airline, and have found the experience less than excellent. I fly within North America relatively frequently and wouldn't really rhapsodize about the service, but I was anxious to see what the long-haul flight on a proper airline would be like, and BA delivered.

Getting onto the plane, we found a little care packet in our seats that contained a toothbrush with toothpaste, socks, a blanket, and eye shades. Score! I got settled in, flipped through the movie offerings on my personal in-seat television, and promptly went to sleep. I did however wake up in time for pre-dinner snacks and drinks...


Worcester sauce flavored pretzels! SCORE! G's favorite flavor sprinkled onto little pretzels was a big hit and we happily crunched away while downing our drinks.

Yeah, this is what you get when you fly with a nervous flier (me). Poor G often had to keep everything on her tray table because I have some weird block about having the tray table down. It really bothers me, and while I am eating, it's okay, but when it's over, put the tray UP! The wine was mine and the whiskey and ginger ale was G's. We were very relaxed for dinner.

Our choice for dinner was pasta or beef. I chose the pasta because G wanted the roast beef and we had to get different things for photos. Then the dang photo of the pasta didn't come out AT ALL. AND G's beef was better than my pasta. Drat drat and drat again.

But we both started with a cheese and roasted veg salad.


Tasty. It was vinegary, the cheese was salty and soft, and the veg were roasted veg that had sat around in the cold for awhile. No complaints.


Now there's G's beef. Yorkshire pudding, mashed potatoes, and carrots and peas. And delicious to boot. The photo does not justice but believe me, I wish I had ordered it and next time, when asked, I will pick the beef!

We had a strudel for dessert that was served in a very sweet custard sauce...


Lovely. It was soft and chewy with a little apple flavor. It didn't change my life, but I didn't not eat it, either.

After dinner, we had a bit of a snooze. G watched movies, I listened to Eclipse on my iPod and zoned out. I am sure we had some manner of food when we were landing, but I don't recall it in the slightest and there are no photos to jar my memory. Oh well. The dinner portion was great, and had me looking forward to the meals on our even longer trip to Cape Town. But that was hours away and we still had a full day in London...