This podcast, it's a Costerton Touchstone production. I've talked a lot over the years about food in prison. I hate to even call it food, to tell you the truth. It was slop. On my very first full day in prison, it was a Friday, one of the Italians with whom I became very friendly, Pete Calabrese, mentioned offhandedly that it's Friday. that means it's fish day and I responded by saying oh great I love fish and he said oh don't eat this fish we call it sewer trout and it's not fit for human consumption well he and I walked down to the chow hall together and what I saw was something that I'll never forget the guys in the chow line were slopping the slop onto your tray but behind them were boxes boxes of fish and on the side of these boxes, every one of them. It was clearly marked Alaskan cod, product of China, feed use only, not for human consumption. And that's what they were putting on our plates. I looked at Pete, he said, I told you. And so I never, ever, ever ate the fish. I've also talked about another incident that happened about halfway through my sentence, where every Wednesday night was so-called taco night. And excuse the filthy thing I'm going to say. I once threw away the entire taco and the warden saw me throw the whole thing away. And he said, in the old days, you could get written up for that. And I responded, I've eaten ass that tasted better than this taco. What do you do if you can't eat the food, if you won't eat the food, if you shouldn't eat the food, if the food is going to make you sick. I'm John Kiriakou. Welcome to Dead Drop. What makes a spy tick? This is episode 10 in our series, Doing Time Like a Spy. And as always, we thank you for listening. We thank you even more for liking, rating, reviewing, and commenting on the podcast on whatever platform you happen to be listening to it. Prison food is institutional food that other institutional food laughs at. No, that's actually not true. It sneers at it. And with good reason. The prison authorities don't want to spend a single dollar more than they have to. Fold in a bunch of competing interests, plenty of corruption and greed, and the result is a hellish jambalaya of gastronomic awfulness. There was one incident where, for taco night, they accidentally fed us dog food. The reason we know that is that the warden, months after the fact, sent everybody a memo saying, hey, sorry, but a couple of months ago on taco night, we accidentally fed you dog food. It's not our fault. The packaging was mixed up at the meat plant. They labeled dog food as