When my husband was in the hospital for open-heart to repair a genetically-linked aortic aneurysm, they were totally fine with me bringing in food from home for him. He’s vegetarian and a picky eater (no condiments, except hot sauce and salsa, LOL, among other things) and I cook a LOT of Indian food at home since it’s the best vegetarian cuisine out there.
They even stuck it in the nurse’s fridge for him with his name and all on it. All he had to do was ask for it, and they nuked it up for him. Much better than the jello and mashed potatoes he was eating.
