I’m not as old as the Wright Brothers, but I do remember
when Baltimore Washington International Thurgood Marshall Airport was
Friendship Airport. It was a time when
one dressed up to travel; ladies in dresses, high heels, and white gloves not
pajamas and slippers that I’ve seen recently. We could go outside onto the
observation deck and watch the planes taxi and take off. Meals were served on flights, definitely not
haute cuisine, but more than the bag peanuts or pretzels offered today by the
airlines.
I remember a trip to Paris with my friend, a caterer, who
beautifully packed up meals tied with multicolored ribbons to eat on the plane
and sharing the remains of cheese from Paris’s street markets on the flight
home. Those days are gone!
Check out the full story and slideshow at the Dara Cooks column at Baltimore Post Examiner
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