Day 114: Getting the least out of First Class

My final day in New York included a lovely, healthful breakfast at my cousin's house...where they kindly bought rice milk and served me hearty oatmeal. And it also included a flight home in First Class, with a seat companion who turned out to be as fanatical about thinking through food choices as I. His criteria were different. He wasn't a vegan, or even a vegetarian, but only eats food that he could have eaten 200 years ago...meaning no processed foods, and meaning locally produced. No homogenization. No corn-fed beef. Actually in general he sticks to meat, dairy and eggs from farms he "knows." Helps that he lives in San Francisco. Also helps that he's rich.

He did convince me to try to kick the diet Coke habit, but I don't think I convinced him to kick the meat habit.

Boy, the flight attendant could not understand how we passed up mostly everything he offered us over the course of the flight. There are only two differences between First Class and Coach...the extra space, and that they still feed you. Between us we rejected most of the latter benefit.

So, it was a bit of a spartan remainder of the day after my hearty breakfast.

Breakfast:
Oatmeal
Rice Milk
Brown Sugar
2 Strawberries
1/2 a Pear
Orange Juice

Dinner:
Nuts
Greens with Oil and Vinegar
Sourdough Roll
A live, raw energy bar (My seatmate gave it to me to try. let's face it, it wasn't the tastiest thing ever, but it wasn't horrible. Certainly no worse than many flavors of PowerBars.)