"Anyone want some of this" --- he prodded a dish vaguely, not sure of what was in it --- "stuff?" The others shook their heads. The dish contained something sh

"Anyone want some of this" --- he prodded a dish vaguely, not sure of what was in it --- "stuff?" The others shook their heads. The dish contained something shiny and wobbly and pink with a cherry on it, and in some strange way it managed to look like something you wouldn't eat even if it was pushed onto your plate after a week's starvation diet. "What does it taste like?" said Masklin, after Gurder had chewed a mouthful. "Tastes like pink," said Gurder. (Little dishes of strange wobbly stuff tasting like pink turn up in nearly every meal on all airplanes. No one knows why. There's probably some sort of special religious reason.) -- Terry Pratchett, Wings