Small ship pitches up in a coastal Canadian town ( location unspecified to protect the guilty, me). Mail is waiting and included a sternly worded missive from the Senior Staff Officer Naval Supply. It notes that ships have been purchasing high end sea food products resulting in the exceedence of mandated daily maximum food costs per head. Just as I am reading this there is s knock on my cabin door, it’s the Chief Cook.
He says there is a local boat alongside with a fresh haul of scallops, and would we like to buy any. Absolutely I say, buy enough for a good dinner for everyone, just make sure you get a receipt that says, “fish, 2 nd grade quality”
A magnificent scallop dinner was enjoyed by all !