Some years back, in the wake of getting off my motorcycle while the thing was still doing about 90km/h, I found myself being checked into hospital.
Despite not having booked ahead they had a bed for me and were happy to provide what unfortunately appeared to be a nightie for me until my wife could bring some pyjamas and other stuff down. And they put on three meals a day for me as well as a glass of water when I felt dry. It was like being in a motel, except I couldn't exactly get up and move around too easily.
I remember one evening when the dinner was brought around and one of the long-term patients (a grisly old farmer) reckoned it looked like chow mollier. "The stuff I feed the cows."
To which the serving nurse simply said that's okay, she'd go and feed it to his cows then, and turned and walked out. He went hungry.
Hospital food has long taken the critical culinary knocks, often justified but on the whole it makes the grade. I know a guy who has recently spent extended time in Hawke's Bay Hospital and he said the food was very good. Didn't always suit what he felt like but it was fine.