Well, it was amusing for a couple of days. The food was sometimes not bad at all but by about Friday of last week, though, I’d had a pretty horrifying epiphany about Seattle Sutton. Consider these two trays:
One of those was my very last Seattle Sutton meal. The other is an image I swiped from mealsonwheels.com. I’m not even going to tell you which is which.
The saddest thing about all this is that my meals weren’t even ON WHEELS. They were inert meals and they came in on wheels that I had to provide myself. I actually paid money and took time and effort to procure virtually the same kind of food that will surely be brought to me for free when I am 82 and living alone in a tiny bungalow filled with yarn and stacks of magazines and dead houseplants. Great.