A Marine Cooks Dinner For His Girlfriend!
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A Marine Cooks Dinner For His Girlfriend!
MRE dinner date, The following is a true story....told from the point
of view of a Marine ...
I had a date the other night at my place. On the phone the day before,
the girl asked me to "Cook her something she's never had before" for
dinner. After many minutes of scratching my head over what to make, I
finally settled on something she has DEFINITELY never eaten.
I got out my trusty case of MRE's. Meal, Ready-to-Eat. Field rations
that when eaten in their entirety contain 3000+ calories. Here's what I
made:
I took three of the Ham Slices out of their plastic packets, took out
three of the Pork Chops, three packets of Chicken-a-la-King, and eight
packets of dehydrated butter noodles and some dehydrated/rehydrated
rice. I cooked the Ham Slices and Pork Chops in one pan, sauteed in shaved
garlic and olive oil.
In another pot, I blended the Chicken a-la-king, noodles, and rice
together to make a sort of mush that looked suspiciously like succotash. I
added some spices, and blended everything together in a glass pan that
I then cooked in the oven for about 35 minutes at 450 degrees.
When I took it out, it looked like, well, ham slices, pork chops, and
a bed of yellow poop. I covered the tops of the meat in the MRE cheese
(kinda like velveeta) and added some green sprinkly thingys from one of
my spice cans (hey, if it's got green sprinkly thingys on it, it looks
fancy right?)
For dessert, I took four MRE Pound Cakes, mashed 'em up, added five
packets of cocoa powder, powdered coffee cream, and some water. I heated
it up and stirred it until it looked like a sort of chunky gelatinous
organism, and I sprinkled powdered sugar on top of it. Voila--Ranger
Pudding.
For alcoholic drinks, I took the rest of my bottle of Military Special
Vodka (yes, they DO make a type of liquor named "Military Special"--it
sells for $4.35 per fifth at the Class Six ) and mixed in four packets
of "Electrolytes - 1 each - Cherry flavored" (I swear, the packet says
that). It looked like an eerie kool-aid with sparkles in it (that was
the electrolytes I guess... could've been leftover sand from Egypt).
I lit two candles, put a vase of wildflowers in the middle, and set
the table with my best set of Ralph Lauren Academy-series China (that
**** is EXPENSIVE... my set of 8 place settings cost me over $600 on sale
at the Lejeune PX ), and put the alcoholic drink in a crystal wine
decanter.
She came over, and I had some appetizers already made, of MRE
spaghetti-with-meatballs, set in small cups. She saw the dinner, saw the food,
and said "This looks INCREDIBLE!!!"
We dug in, and she was loving the food. Throughout the meal, she kept
asking me how long it took me to make it, and kept remarking that I
obviously knew a thing or two about cooking fine meals. She kind of balked
at the makeshift "wine" I had set out, but after she tried it I guess
she liked it because she drank four glasses during dinner.
At the end of the main course, when I served the dessert, she squealed
with delight at the "Chocolate mousse" I had made. Huh? Chocolate what?
Okay... yeah... it's Chocolate Moose. Took me HOURS to make... yup.
Later on, as we were watching a movie, she excused herself to use my
restroom. While she was in there, I heard her say softly to herself "uh
oh" and a resounding but petite fart punctuated her utterance of
dismay.
Let the games begin.
She sprayed about half a can of air freshener (Air Freshener, 1 each,
Orange scent. Yup. The military even makes smellgood) and
returned to the couch, this time with an obvious pained look.
After 10 more minutes she excused herself again, and retreated to the
bathroom for the second time I could hear her say "What the hell is
WRONG with me???," as she again send flatulent shockwaves into the
porcelain bowl. This time, they sounded kinda wet, and I heard the toilet
paper roll being employed, and again, LOTS more air freshener.
Back to the couch. She smiles meekly as she decides to sit on the
chair instead of next to me. She sits on my chair, knees pulled up to her
chest, kind of rocking back and forth slightly. Suddenly, without a
word, she ROCKETED up and FLEW to the bathroom, slammed the door, and
didn't come out for 30 minutes.
I turned the movie up because I didn't want her to hear me laughing so
hard that tears were streaming down my cheeks.
She came out with a slightly gray palor to her face, and said "I am
SOOOOOO sorry. I have NO idea what is wrong with me. I am so embarrassed,
I can't believe I keep running to your bathroom!!" I gave her an
Immodium AD, and she finally settled down and relaxed.
Later on, she asked me again what I had made for dinner, because she
had enjoyed it so much. I calmly took her into the kitchen and showed
her all the used MRE bags and packets in the trash can.
After explaining to her that she had eaten roughly 9,000 calories of
"Marine Corps Field Rations" she turned stark white, looked at me
incredulously, and said "I ate 9,000 calories or dehydrated food that was
made 3 years ago?" After I concurred, she grabbed her coat and keys, and
took off without a word.
She called me yesterday. Seems she couldn't s___ for 5 days, and when
she finally did, the smell was so bad, her roommate could smell it from
down the hall. She also told me she had been working out nonstop to
combat the high caloric intake, and that she never wanted me to cook
dinner for her again, unless she was PERSONALLY there to inspect the food
beforehand.
It was a fun date. She laughed about it eventually, and said that that
was the first time she'd ever crapped in a guy's house on a date. She'd
been so upset by it she was in tears in the bathroom while I had been
in tears on the couch.
I know, I'm an a__hole, but it was still a funny night.
of view of a Marine ...
I had a date the other night at my place. On the phone the day before,
the girl asked me to "Cook her something she's never had before" for
dinner. After many minutes of scratching my head over what to make, I
finally settled on something she has DEFINITELY never eaten.
I got out my trusty case of MRE's. Meal, Ready-to-Eat. Field rations
that when eaten in their entirety contain 3000+ calories. Here's what I
made:
I took three of the Ham Slices out of their plastic packets, took out
three of the Pork Chops, three packets of Chicken-a-la-King, and eight
packets of dehydrated butter noodles and some dehydrated/rehydrated
rice. I cooked the Ham Slices and Pork Chops in one pan, sauteed in shaved
garlic and olive oil.
In another pot, I blended the Chicken a-la-king, noodles, and rice
together to make a sort of mush that looked suspiciously like succotash. I
added some spices, and blended everything together in a glass pan that
I then cooked in the oven for about 35 minutes at 450 degrees.
When I took it out, it looked like, well, ham slices, pork chops, and
a bed of yellow poop. I covered the tops of the meat in the MRE cheese
(kinda like velveeta) and added some green sprinkly thingys from one of
my spice cans (hey, if it's got green sprinkly thingys on it, it looks
fancy right?)
For dessert, I took four MRE Pound Cakes, mashed 'em up, added five
packets of cocoa powder, powdered coffee cream, and some water. I heated
it up and stirred it until it looked like a sort of chunky gelatinous
organism, and I sprinkled powdered sugar on top of it. Voila--Ranger
Pudding.
For alcoholic drinks, I took the rest of my bottle of Military Special
Vodka (yes, they DO make a type of liquor named "Military Special"--it
sells for $4.35 per fifth at the Class Six ) and mixed in four packets
of "Electrolytes - 1 each - Cherry flavored" (I swear, the packet says
that). It looked like an eerie kool-aid with sparkles in it (that was
the electrolytes I guess... could've been leftover sand from Egypt).
I lit two candles, put a vase of wildflowers in the middle, and set
the table with my best set of Ralph Lauren Academy-series China (that
**** is EXPENSIVE... my set of 8 place settings cost me over $600 on sale
at the Lejeune PX ), and put the alcoholic drink in a crystal wine
decanter.
She came over, and I had some appetizers already made, of MRE
spaghetti-with-meatballs, set in small cups. She saw the dinner, saw the food,
and said "This looks INCREDIBLE!!!"
We dug in, and she was loving the food. Throughout the meal, she kept
asking me how long it took me to make it, and kept remarking that I
obviously knew a thing or two about cooking fine meals. She kind of balked
at the makeshift "wine" I had set out, but after she tried it I guess
she liked it because she drank four glasses during dinner.
At the end of the main course, when I served the dessert, she squealed
with delight at the "Chocolate mousse" I had made. Huh? Chocolate what?
Okay... yeah... it's Chocolate Moose. Took me HOURS to make... yup.
Later on, as we were watching a movie, she excused herself to use my
restroom. While she was in there, I heard her say softly to herself "uh
oh" and a resounding but petite fart punctuated her utterance of
dismay.
Let the games begin.
She sprayed about half a can of air freshener (Air Freshener, 1 each,
Orange scent. Yup. The military even makes smellgood) and
returned to the couch, this time with an obvious pained look.
After 10 more minutes she excused herself again, and retreated to the
bathroom for the second time I could hear her say "What the hell is
WRONG with me???," as she again send flatulent shockwaves into the
porcelain bowl. This time, they sounded kinda wet, and I heard the toilet
paper roll being employed, and again, LOTS more air freshener.
Back to the couch. She smiles meekly as she decides to sit on the
chair instead of next to me. She sits on my chair, knees pulled up to her
chest, kind of rocking back and forth slightly. Suddenly, without a
word, she ROCKETED up and FLEW to the bathroom, slammed the door, and
didn't come out for 30 minutes.
I turned the movie up because I didn't want her to hear me laughing so
hard that tears were streaming down my cheeks.
She came out with a slightly gray palor to her face, and said "I am
SOOOOOO sorry. I have NO idea what is wrong with me. I am so embarrassed,
I can't believe I keep running to your bathroom!!" I gave her an
Immodium AD, and she finally settled down and relaxed.
Later on, she asked me again what I had made for dinner, because she
had enjoyed it so much. I calmly took her into the kitchen and showed
her all the used MRE bags and packets in the trash can.
After explaining to her that she had eaten roughly 9,000 calories of
"Marine Corps Field Rations" she turned stark white, looked at me
incredulously, and said "I ate 9,000 calories or dehydrated food that was
made 3 years ago?" After I concurred, she grabbed her coat and keys, and
took off without a word.
She called me yesterday. Seems she couldn't s___ for 5 days, and when
she finally did, the smell was so bad, her roommate could smell it from
down the hall. She also told me she had been working out nonstop to
combat the high caloric intake, and that she never wanted me to cook
dinner for her again, unless she was PERSONALLY there to inspect the food
beforehand.
It was a fun date. She laughed about it eventually, and said that that
was the first time she'd ever crapped in a guy's house on a date. She'd
been so upset by it she was in tears in the bathroom while I had been
in tears on the couch.
I know, I'm an a__hole, but it was still a funny night.
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When I was at boarding school, being the kind "caring" prefect- i.e. the one who play boxes, but gets away with it- I gave the kids (40 odd) some biscuits I had 'made', i.e. stored as I came back from ATC expeditions and the like.
It was my last week, so I didn't give two hoots what was going to happen, as long as I got my A-Levels, that was fine.
So on the third day (the day I was leaving) after giving them the biscuits, all the loo-paper dissappeared.
Mind you, more biscuits turned up.
Hmmm, where did they go?
Needless to say, the "biscuit browns" went down a treat.
It was my last week, so I didn't give two hoots what was going to happen, as long as I got my A-Levels, that was fine.
So on the third day (the day I was leaving) after giving them the biscuits, all the loo-paper dissappeared.
Mind you, more biscuits turned up.
Hmmm, where did they go?Needless to say, the "biscuit browns" went down a treat.
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When my brother was hiting hard times after the birth of his first child, he and his wife lived off Pussers rations for about 3 months. It started to get like a game trying to out cook each other every night by trying to add just enough spice or fresh ingredients to make the meal special.
Anyone who has spent a winter in Norway will tell you that the old Pussers artic rations can be turned into a near gourmet meal with the right amount of garlic salt/fresh onion/ spice of choice. On the other hand they can be the most horrific concoction ever to be made inside a freezing tent at -30c.
Anyone who has spent a winter in Norway will tell you that the old Pussers artic rations can be turned into a near gourmet meal with the right amount of garlic salt/fresh onion/ spice of choice. On the other hand they can be the most horrific concoction ever to be made inside a freezing tent at -30c.
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Laugh ? I nearly shat myself. Anyone willing to chip in for the bail money for the punter who can get us access to the House of Commons kitchens ?
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Probably counts as animal abuse, but SASless' story put me in mind of RAFG nearly 30 years ago.....
The "White Tornado" was OC of RAFG's finest (and at that time only) SH squadron. On one FTX he managed to scrounge the Brigadier's box body/caravan to live in .... along with Percy, his trusty hound. Said hound was fed all week (by the groundcrew, honest) on compo oatmeal blocks, leading to a certain stoppage ... which was relieved near to Endex with the help of a bar of ExLax ...... 617's motto would have been more appropriate than 18's ...... and the box body was (allegedly) something to be seen ... preferably from a distance.....
The "White Tornado" was OC of RAFG's finest (and at that time only) SH squadron. On one FTX he managed to scrounge the Brigadier's box body/caravan to live in .... along with Percy, his trusty hound. Said hound was fed all week (by the groundcrew, honest) on compo oatmeal blocks, leading to a certain stoppage ... which was relieved near to Endex with the help of a bar of ExLax ...... 617's motto would have been more appropriate than 18's ...... and the box body was (allegedly) something to be seen ... preferably from a distance.....
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This thread is utter sh*t which just goes to prove that PPRuNe's readership is heading downhill at a rate of knots.
I've never seen such an amount of sloppy cr*p.
I've never seen such an amount of sloppy cr*p.
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Perhaps QFI has been on such a diet recently.....might explain his post!
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QFIHAWKMAN.
Yup you have had the CFS sense of humour removal op' haven't you!
Oh dear. Perhaps they'll give you a mouthectomy as well?!
And perhaps some fingerectomies to stop you tapping such humourless rubbish into this Forum!
Yup you have had the CFS sense of humour removal op' haven't you!
Oh dear. Perhaps they'll give you a mouthectomy as well?!
And perhaps some fingerectomies to stop you tapping such humourless rubbish into this Forum!
Wow, only registered since Aug of 2006 and he knows this place is heading downhill. Takes the rest of us years to divine that. He must be really smart.
Surely a true Marine would have handed the girl an entrenching tool, pointed to the garden and said "Dig!" when she felt the call of nature?
Isn't that what the Marine said to his girlfriend afterwards?
Once described the effort of returning to normality after 2 weeks' compo on King Rock '69 as "Attempting to pass a left hand threaded turd through a right hand threaded bottom"....
Whereas 'Malta Dog' had a somewhat different effect....
Whereas 'Malta Dog' had a somewhat different effect....
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Compo Memories
I recall being detached to Scampton (in the days of the great triangles) and the troop's mess had a "Get-Rid-Of-All-The-Nearly-Out-Of-Date-Compo" day in that the entire lunch consisted of compo.
One of our number hated the stuff and made his feelings well known and then spied a life saver at the end of the servery - to whit an oriental dish.
Said person joins us at the table and digs in.."I don't effin' believe it...sweet and sour compo sausage!"
Another first for the caterers.
One of our number hated the stuff and made his feelings well known and then spied a life saver at the end of the servery - to whit an oriental dish.
Said person joins us at the table and digs in.."I don't effin' believe it...sweet and sour compo sausage!"
Another first for the caterers.
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