Ham, the also-run of the luncheon meat business, is the de-facto meat in Korean sandwiches. It is a translation problem. All cold-cut meat is called ham, and so ham is the only meat they ever considered when trying to make a sandwich. No turkey, no roast beef, no salami or capicola. Just limp ass sandwich ham.

Sure, a ham is delicious. Delicious on a sandwich even– cut thick with lettuce, sun-dried tomatoes, and spicy mustard.

But cold-cut ham isn't ham. It is just cut off old unclaimed bodies in the morgue.

Flying to and from Fukuoka, the airline serves sandwiches. It's an hour long flight, I wasn't expecting any food at all, so even a sandwich is a win.

On the way there, is was the miserable slice of limp ham with a sweaty and tasteless piece of cheese. The standard convenience store approximation of a sandwich.

On the way back though, it is an egg sandwich in a croissant.

"Oh Jesus," I think to myself when I hear the flight attendant repeating "Egg sandwich" as she hands them out to passengers, "What new Seussian horror is this? An airplane concoction of dry pressed eggs and fleshy ham?"

The flight attendant gives me mine, then passes one to the passenger across the aisle. When she looks back, I have the Croissant sticking out of my ear. She says nothing. The next time she looks back, I have it in the ear of the guy beside me. She says nothing, but he says, "Hey, what's all this then?"

I'm sorry. This was an old post I wrote when I was on a plane, and it seems to have gone off the rails. I was sure that I ended up liking the sandwich and that this is what I was writing about. This ending has surprised me as much as it has you. Probably more, even.