I was always telling him to stay with bland food, ordinary American food.

Ever consider that maybe this bland food is preparing us for a dull future?

Or maybe their race always ate bland food on whatever strange world they came from.

His belly was full with strange, bland food, but it nourished him.

Then they ate, the young man insisting on having the same bland food as Lomax.

The food, sometimes bland, does not always match the exotic surroundings.

Like the work details and the bland food, the lack of hair was just one more prison reality she had long since come to accept.

"His mother was one of the greatest believers in bland food."

Nothing like bland food when your submarine's out of sorts.

Why do some kids only eat bland foods while others scarf down curry?