I had the misfortune to break a leg in July in Dover, England a few years ago. I spent nine days in a hospital in Ashford having surgery and getting well enough to be put on a plane accompanied by a nurse from "On Call Intl." The hospital was an old facility and there either was no AC, or it was broken the whole time. So was the WiFi.
The care from the staff at the hospital was very caring and good, but the meals were beyond skimpy and tasteless. Usually no more than a cup of thin soup and maybe a piece of dry bread at lunch and dinner, though one day they did bring a baked potato. One of my four roommates thought that National Health spent $3 or $4 per day per patient on food.
So, after days of this regimen, the one meal I daydreamed about was a big helping of tender boneless chuck pot roast submerged in a rich red wine gravy with onions, carrots, red bell peppers, etc., a piece of artisan bread, and mashed potatoes on the side. No matter it was hot in the room with no AC. My hunger overrode all other desires.
On arrival home, at the first opportunity, my husband made the trip to Sam's Club for a beautiful piece of boneless chuck and roasted it to perfection.
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