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Food in the Military (split from POTUS47 adm thread)

I spent six months eating at a British cookhouse in Afghanistan. Breakfast was usually good. I took every other meal at the Gurkha line for four months until they left. The remaining two months were pretty dire. Other deployments where I ate in KAF DFACs had pretty good food.

Although pretty plain, I can't recall any food in a British Cookhouse that I would classify as 'disgusting'.

Except the 'day after' curry made from leftover beef. It was always like chewing a meal made up of small rubber cubes.

The troops never saw a chicken curry, purpose made, and it almost kicked off a revolution at one point as I recall.

Those white colonialists are fastidious about the quality of their south Asian dining room staples... ;)
 
Back in '97, I was staying in Pirbright Camp competing at the Bisley matches with the CAF Team. We ate at the mess - and oh my, it was terribad.

Until.

We took the cooks out on the town with us on a Friday night, and when we got back to camp from the pub, we convinced him to draw the keys from the guardhouse and open up - he flashed up the galley for us, and we demonstrated how to cook a proper over easy egg.

Their solution - a metal rail at the edge of the grill enabling a literal puddle of hot oil on top of the grill surface.

Our solution - a hot grill, a kiss of butter, and a flipper. The cook was amazed....he'd always been taught that the eggs would stick to the grill without the puddle of oil.

After that night, every morning one of their grills was setup for "Canadian Eggs" and we enjoyed that considerably. WORTH the beer it cost.

They'd do their deep fried toast at the same time as they did their eggs up in the puddle of oil on the grill top.

shudder
 
Seems the department gets expensive tastes around September no matter who is president. Here is a article from the Daily Caller published through the Maine Wire. Seems like they have similar need of seafood and furniture.
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I’m gonna call bullshit on framing the foodstuffs as extravagance. The occasional good meal in theatre/on deployment is long established as a creature comfort for the troops.
The Daily Caller/Maine Wire's framing of salmon as a luxury item seems odd, unless it's some sort of East Coast culinary weirdness. Not exactly a regular diner at CAF steamlines, but seem to remember seeing salmon on a moderately regular basis.
 
First time I ever had Apple Crisp was as a recruit doing my QL2, circa 1999/2000...the food served throughout my 11 years in was always pretty good. No complaints at all here

Whole deployed I had the opportunity to eat at a mobile field kitchen the Portugese brought with them. Holy cow!! 10/10
 
Back in '97, I was staying in Pirbright Camp competing at the Bisley matches with the CAF Team. We ate at the mess - and oh my, it was terribad.

Until.

We took the cooks out on the town with us on a Friday night, and when we got back to camp from the pub, we convinced him to draw the keys from the guardhouse and open up - he flashed up the galley for us, and we demonstrated how to cook a proper over easy egg.

Their solution - a metal rail at the edge of the grill enabling a literal puddle of hot oil on top of the grill surface.

Our solution - a hot grill, a kiss of butter, and a flipper. The cook was amazed....he'd always been taught that the eggs would stick to the grill without the puddle of oil.

After that night, every morning one of their grills was setup for "Canadian Eggs" and we enjoyed that considerably. WORTH the beer it cost.

They'd do their deep fried toast at the same time as they did their eggs up in the puddle of oil on the grill top.

shudder


Did they ladle a couple of hot stewed tomatoes on top, as well as a scoop of beans?

Cor Blimey, drooling now ;)
 
I never had a problem with the quality or quantity of food on board HMC ships.

On long deployments, however, I found it became monotonous. Think of going to your favourite restaurant..... now go there three (or maybe four) times a day for four or five months straight.
Gotcha.

One thing - the Bosnia tour in 1997. Our kitchen staff purchased local bread fresh baked every morning. It was awesome.
 
I never had a problem with the quality or quantity of food on board HMC ships.

On long deployments, however, I found it became monotonous. Think of going to your favourite restaurant..... now go there three (or maybe four) times a day for four or five months straight.
My last trip on WIN the cooks had given up and the food was terrible, but generally you're right. Though a couple of my trips were over 8 months... That's a long time to have little say over what you eat, apart from the port visits.
 
My last trip on WIN the cooks had given up and the food was terrible, but generally you're right. Though a couple of my trips were over 8 months... That's a long time to have little say over what you eat, apart from the port visits.
Who needs a calendar when you can tell the time in steak, chowder and pizza?
 
NATO 05 - we put into Wilhelmshaven for a 10-12 day RAMP (Rest And Maintenance Period) where about 1/2 the crew flew home on LTA.

Those of us left behind actually spent the time doing maintenance - and resting.

One of the mornings I went up to the upper decks about 11 or so, and saw that the cooks had setup the BBQ down on the Jetty and were starting to burn burgers for us. I headed down and took over from one of them on the BBQ and told him to take a break. I stayed behind the BBQ for the entire prep/lunch time doing the burgers, browning buns as requested, etc....at one point someone brought me a couple cans of beer....and damn...it was almost like being home for a few minutes. BBQ, Beer, Friends, Beef. It was good.
 
Hell, I liked Wainwright hayboxes…
Whenever we went there we had our own field kitchens with us. The only time I ate in the mess was when I went there much, much later to do a court martial.
he flashed up the galley for us, and we demonstrated how to cook a proper over easy egg.

Their solution - a metal rail at the edge of the grill enabling a literal puddle of hot oil on top of the grill surface.
They'd do their deep fried toast at the same time as they did their eggs up in the puddle of oil on the grill top
Went to the Brit's 14th Fd Regt's field kitchen for breakfast once when they were there with 3 RCHA. I swear that the "hot plate" they had had about a 1" rim on it all around which was over half filled with grease/oil/lard or what have you and they floated their eggs and toast in that
Did they ladle a couple of hot stewed tomatoes on top, as well as a scoop of beans?
No to tomatoes. yes to beans.
One thing - the Bosnia tour in 1997. Our kitchen staff purchased local bread fresh baked every morning. It was awesome.
With the Alpini in the Alps. Hard to believe that Italian food can be bland and boring but it was - OTOH there was fresh crusty bread in heaping baskets and red wine (and occasionally ration pack brandy) so everything was perfect.
 
Serving with RSS SALH late 90s, working summer at Dundurn. I used to go home most weekends but over the August long weekend I volunteered to be the duty officer for the weekend to allow the other folks who live further away to have a long weekend at home. I was the only officer on the camp and eating in the officers' mess. When I went in for breakfast on the Saturday there was only one kitchen staff on duty, a young First Nations lady (we had contracted out the food services to a company that normally serviced oil camps). She served me my breakfast and said since I was the only one eating in the mess, would I like something special for supper that night? Sure, says I. She said bring a bottle of white wine at lunch then. So I did, but wasn't sure what would be the result of giving this young lady a bottle of of wine (I won't discuss my prejudices of the day). Come supper time I ambled into the dining room. The lights were off and there was one set table, complete with candle and flowers. The table had been set with a very nice gingham tablecloth. I sat down and noticed my bottle of wine, half empty, sitting on the table. Well, this should be interesting, thinks I. Shortly the young lady brings out a beautiful meal, some chicken concoction, very tasty indeed. She came over a bit later and asked me how I was enjoying my meal. Delicious, I said, but not oil camp standards. She chuckled and said "I only work the oil camps to make money for my studies. During the rest of the year I am attending the Cordon Bleu Academy in Paris studying to be a red seal chef. I needed the practice of cooking something special for a change." Wow. So much for my prejudices. Lesson learned. Don't judge a book by its cover.
 
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