I want the chicken... I think
Molly Flatt
Travelling by plane has never felt as strange as it did this summer. Forget the carbon footprint; it was the old pasta/chicken conundrum that really had me stumped.
Cramped in my one-size-fits-none seat, glared at by the graceless hostess, it took me a whole three panicky minutes to decide which to have. But what sort of pasta is it? What comes with the chicken? What if I see it and I don't like it? Is there really no other choice?
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