A few weekends ago, we went to Toledo, OH for my grandmother’s memorial service. We were dreading the drive – all the way up on Friday evening, and back on Sunday. My parents must have heard my very loud thoughts, because they called mid-day on Friday and offered to buy us flights into Toledo for that afternoon. We were so relieved! Even though our last experience in an airport was not one we wanted to repeat – not one, but TWO canceled flights – I was so happy to let someone else steer the ship and take us up to Toledo.
Of course, there was the issue of food. If we had driven, we would have loaded our car down with Whole30 food so we would be well-nourished not only on the drive but also for snacks on Saturday since we couldn’t be sure what our options would be. Flying, though, brought the requisite space restrictions. We weren’t about to pay to check a suitcase full of food, so we mostly had to throw caution to the wind and hope for the best!
It turned out to be not so bad.
The hotel breakfast was sort of awkward on the ordering-front: no butter, no milk, no biscuit, no yogurt please. But we got through that. Snacks at a family-friend’s house were fine, too, although I was feeling pretty famished by the time we left. Luckily, a salmon and bacon salad in the lobby of the hotel afterwards made up the difference (DISCLAIMER: we may have applied (or in Tom’s case, poured) a bit of salad dressing on that salad….). Dinner was 16 oz of meat, topped with mushrooms and onions. If that’s not paleo, then I don’t know what is.
But the best meal of the whole trip, from a comedic standpoint, had to be our dinner in Raleigh before we’d even left. We were at the gate early, and I was already feeling the hunger pangs (it was the first week of the Whole30 and my metabolism was revved up), so I decided to investigate.
Out into the wild I went, like a true hunter-gatherer.
KFC? Everything was fried. R&B? I didn’t want a burger w/o the bun and sauce since then I might actually taste how bad the meat was. Pizza? Too many problems to count.
In the end, I found our meal in the unlikeliest of places: Bruegger’s Bagels.
It turns out that a club sandwich without the bagel is just a pile of meat with lettuce and tomato. Perfect. (Well, almost perfect. If you overlook the nitrites, etc. that were most definitely in the sandwich meat, then yes, perfect.)
So there we sat, at the gate, happily eating our pile of meat meal and thankful that a bit of foraging in the airport can sometimes mean a paleo-friendly meal. Meanwhile, Ada slurped happily on her meal-in-a-pouch blueberries and millet combo. A happy, healthy family.