Many years ago,when sick bags were called cuspidals and the seven-oh was king,I flew in Africa with an all Filipina cabin crew. They would spend their spare time tearing up bread rolls,adding sugar from those little paper bags,butter from tiny individual packs,egg powder(?)..milk and so on.They had their own raisins.The mix went into a two inch deep tray and was baked. The smell of the cooking was wonderful, even overcoming the stench of poorly serviced loos. A two inch cube of the resulting bread and butter pudding on landing was guaranteed to absorb most of that evening's drink! The CC were a lovely lot.We would give all the standard cabin calls in rude Filipino. I can't remember it all now,but they were called 'pwits', which I think means witches.