Local Foods — not!

So much for my Saturday post about local foods. Instead of stands overflowing with fresh produce, these were some of my dining options. While I just happened to be stranded in rain-drenched Chicago O’Hare International Airport, it could have been almost any mall food court in North America.

After a week of northwest Michigan’s fresh heirloom tomatoes, ripe peaches and straight-off-the-cob corn, I couldn’t bring myself to eat fast food. My compromise was a gourmet Wolfgang Puck’s pizza. Verdict: too much cheese, too much salt and plastic tomatoes. I should have known.

The next time I’m 12 hours into a stopover, I’m going to check my palate along with my luggage and dig into a great big bag of M&M peanuts. At least my inner child will be happy.

If you had $10, a half a day and nothing but food court fare, what form would your caloric intake assume?