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The ATA flight to Maui offered “snack service.” The snack turned out to be a shrinkwrapped box of name-brand junkfood, a six-course feast of chemically-enhanced salted fats. Not that that prevented us from decimating it, of course; I hadn’t managed to convince myself that paying $9.99 for a plate of reconstituted eggs at the airport cafe would provide anything resembling sustenance.

Here’s a breakdown of what ATA considers a suitable snack:

The snack service was followed up with another snack, in case anyone needed a little refreshment, a little pick-me-up after becoming torpid and logy following the artificially-colored and -flavored assault of the first round. But this snack was nearly as bad: a 2-pack of cookies (refined flour, sugar, butter) and a foil pouch of pretzels (refined flour, salt, partially hydrogenated heart stopper). To be fair, the second round was healthier than the first, but only because it was just one-third the size.

So, altogether, less toxic than the stonner, but still not something you’d want to make a habit of. I was beginning to have lustful thoughts for those powdered eggs.