The New York Times Dining Section today published a jeremiad of vegan traveler, Wayne Pacelle, who lamented the lack of vegan options at airports. I was once a vegan too, so I can sympathize with the feeling of being hungry, and surrounded by untouchable flesh and dairy-filled foods. But as I read through the article, I was underwhelmed by his argument – and by his anecdote about the mean security guards who tried to take away the peanut butter stashed in his bag.Last summer, I published a post on this very blog called, “Why I Love Bad Airplane Food.” The reason was precisely that it gave me the opportunity to ditch the greasy (though occasionally tempting) fare offered at the airport food court, and bring a meal from home that matches my food values, and that I had a decent shot of enjoying 35,000 miles in the air. Granted, I don’t fly nearly as much as Mr. Pacelle, but aside from nixing the juice box – packing for a plane trip needn’t be more complicated than packing lunch for the office.So, Mr. Pacelle – my charge to you is to quit whining and “Be (or rather make) the meal you want to eat in the world.“Check out my original post, “Why I Love Bad Airplane Food,” here.

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