After three months as being one of the first humans on an alien planet, I was of the opinion that the trip over was the best part, only because in hibernation I didn't have to eat the food.
Every meal was exactly the same. The sane flavored nutritional mush, the texture and consistent of baby food. Breakfast, lunch, dinner, snack, all the exact same.
But today, finally, the farm finally left testing, and we were getting the first meal of food grown here.
And because Gary was in charge of preparing it, it ended up indistinguishable from the prepared mush...
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