I’m not as old as the Wright Brothers, but I do remember when Baltimore Washington International Thurgood Marshall Airport was Friendship Airport. It was a time when one dressed up to travel; ladies in dresses, high heels, and white gloves not pajamas and slippers that I’ve seen recently. We could go outside onto the observation deck and watch the planes taxi and take off. Meals were served on flights, definitely not haute cuisine, but more than the bag peanuts or pretzels offered today by the airlines.
I remember a trip to Paris with my friend, a caterer, who beautifully packed up meals tied with multicolored ribbons to eat on the plane and sharing the remains of cheese from Paris’s street markets on the flight home. Those days are gone!
Check out the full story and slideshow at the Dara Cooks column at Baltimore Post Examiner