As airlines continue to go out of business and slash budgets at rapid rates, the free snack foods are often the first to get cut. And forget honey-roasted peanuts - now, with fears of peanut allergies, many airlines have switched to boring ol' pretzels, in fear of getting sued by the parents of allergic toddlers, or - gulp - nothing at all!Over the weekend, I flew Midwest Airlines, one I'd never ridden before. (I swear, Midwest didn't pay me to endorse them).
When I stepped on my first Midwest flight, I smelled the familiar smells - recirculated air, extra lemon-y bathroom deodorizer - but there was a hint of something magical in the air. Something...chocolately. I quickly shrugged it off and proceeded to pass out in my seat.
An hour into the flight, a stewardess came down the aisle offering the ubiquitous free drink (and by the way, has anyone noticed that, as airlines used to give you an entire can of juice/soda/seltzer, now they only give you about a third of a can, in a tiny plastic cup half-filled with ice?), I accepted, and then noticed another stewardess following closely behind. I squinted to see her passing out something to each passenger. Was it...could it be?! Yes, it was! Warm, freshly-baked (okay, microwaved) chocolate-chip cookies. TWO of them.
My mouth must have dropped open, because the guy next to me looked over and said, "Never flown Midwest? Yeah, this is the best part of the flight."
I nodded and scarfed down the two cookies. Needless to say, they were delicious, and there were two more waiting for me on my connecting flight.
So, sure airport security is ultra-annoying, and crying kids grate on your nerves, and airplane seats are cramped and uncomfortable. But somehow, all of these things fall by the wayside as you bite into a big, warm, gooey cookie. (Or...4).














