I'm sure there must be an old Jewish proverb warning against she who wears red clogs to her step-sister's wedding.

I had a minor meltdown tonight when I discovered that some of my photos were inadvertently taken a low resolution. This upsets me greatly, because I had such grand plans for creating print albums for the newlyweds. Argh.

This photo provides further proof that the right side of my face is actually melting into my neck. But I'm okay with that.

This one, on the other hand, is my favorite, and luckily, it was taken at 2048x1536.

Moving on.

So I have this strange preoccupation with airline food. Well, maybe "preoccupation" isn't quite the right word. Love/hate relationship with? Unusual interest in? Odd attraction to? Whatever it is, it's definitely not healthy. (In more ways than one.) I'm always optimistically curious to see what the chefs at United or American have cooked up for us each flight, and I recently curtailed my brief flirtation with vegetarian meals because they were simply too wholesome. I guess there's something freakishly fascinating about an airline's ability to take chicken and rice to such terrifying depths.

So, I was inspired on the flight back from New York, new digital camera in hand, to begin a photographic study of in-flight meals across the world. Unfortunately, this effort is momentarily hampered by the fact that I don't actually fly across the world. Perhaps, I'm thinking, a wealthy benefactor will stumble upon my site and choose to fund this most noble and worthy venture. Until that time, I have captured for your edification this meal, taken on my recent Delta JFK-SFO leg; and I scanned in a print I snapped of the most intriguing Greek meal served on an Olympic airlines flight from Athens to Barcelona this summer. (That's ATH to BCN, in case you were wondering.)

In lieu of a rich benefactor, please send your own airline food photos my way.