Having got utterly fed up with those Minevals when you would be called out at some ungodly time of night only to rush in and wait for a jet, with neither breakfast nor exercise rats, I decided to keep a frozen sausage sandwich in my home freezer. By the time all the headless chickens had stopped buggering you about, it would have thawed perfectly in a lower leg pocket and at least I wouldn't starve....
One day I fished it out and was about to unwrap it when some exercise inject foiled me. But half an hour later I was able to tuck in....
…..only to discover that someone, who to preserve anonymity I will refer to as Jerry U**n, had laced the thing with tabasco. It was hotter than hell, but I feigned nonchalance..... Revenge shall be mine!
Thus it was a little later when, after making himself a cup of green pea soup, Jerry discovered that half a tube of Sweetex didn't really improve the flavour!
Best V-force in-flight was the 'Po'boy sandwich' from the Offutt SAC flight kitchen. It resembled a rugby ball made of bread filled with all manner of meat, cheese, lettuce, tomato and heaven knows what else. Plus a bag of 'sour cream flavoured ripple chips'...which were 'different'.
Worst Brize in-flight? The infamous Robirch pork pie - it was always so stale that if you shook it, you could hear the ball of congealed tail and trotters rattling around inside like a dice in a cup.....
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