Bigapetite
It took a bit of bribery by letting her take home a portion of the tails but for 2 or 3 nights in a row, we ate like kings.
Since neither of us suffered from anything that would put us on a restricted diet, (me from broken bones, he from burns) We even had a night nurse mix up drinks and sneak them into the hospital in a 2 liter 7 up bottle.
Man! Those night nurses rock, eh? As a kid I had one bring me Italian Ice at 2am. So awesome.
I've been in the hospital a number of times, but usually I'm so hungry that I eat every dang thing they bring me. Even the scrunched-up soggy thing under the lid that was once toast but is now steamed and anything but flat. Rarely has the food been so bad I wouldn't eat it. Apart from the beef broth when I was on clear liquids once. Forget it. Chicken I could do, but the beef broth was the pits.
Two funny stories, though. I had a boyfriend who had his leg amputated at Bethesda Naval Hospital in, oh, about 1990. I ate breakfast in the cafeteria with his parents, and the best thing I could say about the scrambled eggs was that they were certainly not powdered, but made from actual fresh eggs. I can say this, because they still had the shells in them. Just the whole egg, thrown in and scrambled, shell and all.
The last time I was in was when my now 5-year-old son was born at Carroll County General in 2003. The food was just fine, but I remember one morning having ordered tea with breakfast. Breakfast came with everything one could want, a piping hot carafe of water, sugar, sugar substitute, milk, and even half-and-half. However . . . no teabag.