Still on the topic of food, because why not?
I came across this article in the Telegraph, which claims that at many hospitals in the UK, doctors and nurses are served better food than their patients are.
This sort of discrimination was never an issue at the wee hospital I worked at as an intern, because we were served the exact same food as the patients. Yep, we didn’t have a staff cafeteria. We had to brown bag it; and if you didn’t stuff three meals worth of food into your little lunch bag in preparation for your call, your only option was to have one of the plates of hospital food which were delivered daily to the fridge in the doctor’s lounge.
Large scale catering tends to be a bit of a nightmare, I suppose it’s incredibly hard to get such vast quantities of food to both look and taste good. I mean, think about boarding school mess hall food- it wasn’t exactly a confit of duck / pancetta dust / black olive soil / red wine jus type situation. It’s also interesting to see the different takes on hospital food in different countries – have a look here.
Our hospital kitchen had a pretty limited repertoire, which did not seem to run according to any schedule. There was a beef stew, which tended to be on the gristly side of the spectrum, served on a semi-congealed gelatinous bed of cous-cous. There was a disastrous bangers and mash business that I avoided like the plague, for fear of contracting the plague. Seriously, that sausage was highly suspect. Even the feral cats that lived in the hospital outbuildings steered clear of the sausage.
But the chicken. Oh man! Every now and then, the hospital kitchen responsible for the above mentioned atrocities would produce a near perfect roast chicken dish. It was as if they had a Michelin star chef imprisoned in a kitchen cupboard, and they only let him out when the staff and patients threatened mutiny. I could never predict when the chicken would appear- like I said, the kitchen didn’t seem to have any kind of schedule dictating what would be served when- and if you were on call on multiple chicken days, the gods were truly smiling on you. My colleagues quickly got wise to the ways of chicken, and often I would arrive at the doctor’s lounge, starving, only to find empty plates.
So in short- yes, I support these campaigns to improve the standard of hospital food served to patients. Let’s have more chicken, and less sausage.