I think hospital food is a matter of making sure it can be digested by ill patients without promptly being INdigested, but I’ve never been hospitalized before so don’t quote me on that. Nonetheless, this is a most entertaining idea.
Oh sweet Jesus, Adam, bring it on!! I once had to spend a week in hospital on a “low-sodium” diet. I think the kitchen had a machine to remove the natural salt from foods like celery and meat; and I’m dead certain they autoclaved the spinach for an hour BEFORE cooking it to death. Limp green slimy sludge is what it was. And salt-free, fat-free diet margarine is a fate worse than the black plague.
I asked the nurse if they could just bring me a spinach salad, but nope. Wasn’t allowed. 🙁
When I was sent home, the first thing I wanted was real cheese – so I headed straight for the fridge. But in that week, I had lost my tolerance for salt, and plain old mild Kraft cheddar was so salty I instinctively spat it out.
The only good part of the whole adventure was that I learned my wife and I had no trouble living on one-third of my allowable salt intake. I’ve learned to love cheese again, and sometimes eat a couple of potato chips, but the low-salt thing isn’t hard.
And where did YOU get lasagna of any sort in a hospital? Our fare is usually potato flakes, a few soggy vegetables, and insipid, over-boiled meat. Or hot water with a flake of chicken and one noodle in it. Often despite my previous comment, with too MUCH salt.
Yes, Adam, you hit a nerve here… (And you also spelled Cafeteria wrong)
My wife had fantastic food in the hospital after she gave birth to our first kid. I mean, I ate half a hamburger and cold fries and slept on a windowsill (surprisingly comfortable; apparently I wasn’t the first to sleep there), but she had steak and sushi and grilled vegetables.
I think hospital food is a matter of making sure it can be digested by ill patients without promptly being INdigested, but I’ve never been hospitalized before so don’t quote me on that. Nonetheless, this is a most entertaining idea.
This is the premise of “The Galactic Gourmet.”
Yes! Someone else who read that book!
Although it should be noted that the gourmet in question came to the hospital willingly. In fact, it was his idea.
Hope you’re alright and not really in a hospital…
Oh sweet Jesus, Adam, bring it on!! I once had to spend a week in hospital on a “low-sodium” diet. I think the kitchen had a machine to remove the natural salt from foods like celery and meat; and I’m dead certain they autoclaved the spinach for an hour BEFORE cooking it to death. Limp green slimy sludge is what it was. And salt-free, fat-free diet margarine is a fate worse than the black plague.
I asked the nurse if they could just bring me a spinach salad, but nope. Wasn’t allowed. 🙁
When I was sent home, the first thing I wanted was real cheese – so I headed straight for the fridge. But in that week, I had lost my tolerance for salt, and plain old mild Kraft cheddar was so salty I instinctively spat it out.
The only good part of the whole adventure was that I learned my wife and I had no trouble living on one-third of my allowable salt intake. I’ve learned to love cheese again, and sometimes eat a couple of potato chips, but the low-salt thing isn’t hard.
And where did YOU get lasagna of any sort in a hospital? Our fare is usually potato flakes, a few soggy vegetables, and insipid, over-boiled meat. Or hot water with a flake of chicken and one noodle in it. Often despite my previous comment, with too MUCH salt.
Yes, Adam, you hit a nerve here… (And you also spelled Cafeteria wrong)
What, you’ve never been to the Cafetaria before? I eat in the Cafetaria all the time.
My wife had fantastic food in the hospital after she gave birth to our first kid. I mean, I ate half a hamburger and cold fries and slept on a windowsill (surprisingly comfortable; apparently I wasn’t the first to sleep there), but she had steak and sushi and grilled vegetables.
… But he’s using his arms in the last panel
My hospital food is usually great!
Some of it is better than what I make myself at home.