Hospital Food. Two words that strike fear in the hearts of mere mortals, and for good reason. I've done some research on the subject, and while some places have truly lovely hospital food, this wasn't one of them. I've received excellent care in this place, but the food . . . oh God, the food . . .
This was one of my first breakfasts. I ordered wheat toast, peanut butter and banana, and I was kind of looking forward to it. What I got was a soggy, plastic-wrapped piece of previously toasted bread, peanut butter, and an unpeeled orange because they ran out of bananas. An unpeeled orange. For the girl with one working hand.
This is 7/8 of a mostly-burnt pizza. I don't know why it's shorn off. It is possible it was used as a weapon, perhaps against demons.
I believe this may be a sentient life form.
This monstrosity was billed as a "grilled chicken breast sandwich." It was not grilled. It was not white meat. I'm not even sure it was meat. It was a foul-smelling pile of skin, gristle and cartilage. I did not eat it - or anything for the rest of the day.
And finally, in the interest of fair play, here's the one good meal I had, and I ate it every day. Cottage cheese and fruit. With a side of . . .fruit. But it was fresh and it was edible.
I hope you now ha e anew appreciation for the food in you cupboards and the leftovers in your fridge!