You’re sitting in 47K, the ever-flushing toilet behind you, squeezed between a hippo and a woman who has both a freakishly small bladder and the window seat. The airline's playing Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs 2. When things can't get any worse, a beige "meal" is dropped onto your tray table by a sneering flight attendant. But where does plane food come from... before making it to the galley? Take a Pepto, gentle reader, and follow its journey from menu ideation to meal, learning some quirky facts about flying food along the way.