28. Coming home. Kansai to SFO (Kathryn)
This tomato-laden pizza baked fresh at Kansai International Airport (KIX) didn't stand a chance, even though I was supplied with two forks and no knives, as presumably the latter pose a threat. (Restaurants were in 3F, the food court in 2F) Ken must have captured this "before" shot of the pizza with an extremely fast shutter.
On any plane trip leaving California, I travel equipped with tofu and avocado sandwiches, Clif Bars, blue corn chips, vegan cookies and a vegan Suncake or two. Leaving Japan, we were at the mercy of airport and airline, so we loaded up at Sizuya in Kyoto (donut-fried bagels dunked in sugar, and slightly more healthful, dense chocolate cake). Ken had five rolls of inari (actually 5 because he forgot how to say the number 6), and the crusts of my pizza. (Note to Kansai travelers: the second floor is better for a quick meal, as the third floor seems to be cloned restaurants of the plastic-food-in-the-window variety.)
KIX Internation Terminal, Second Floor food court.
This was our special Asian vegetarian breakfast on United. Imagine my surprise to wake up at 2:00 a.m. Japan-time--dazed by .25 mg of prescription Xanax for airplane jitters--to see that what they were offering on an extremely turbulent flight: a crustless baby corn sandwich—crustless babycorn sandwich?! I took one glance and offered mine to Ken, who performed his own Vegas magic. . . .