In Flight Rations-US Guide to Boxed Nasties
 

Someone asked me about this a while back, but I couldn't find the URLat the time.


The unofficial box nasty hall of shame

Can be found on Baseops.Net Flight Planning and Aviation Weather

A very useful site for all sorts of other stuff too...

See what they get, AND they have to pay for it.

Just remember this next time anyone complains about RAF in-flight.

Give me an ACC any day.:ok:

I remember the nutty boxes we got at Offutt. They had an 'eat by' time on them. This was usually about 2 hours before take-off.

They could give Odiham a hand reducing the European Egg and Tuna mountain they seem to have.

Wonder what their equivalent of a ginster's pasty is? Surely they have something that you can use as an entrenching tool or to brain the enemy?

Try the Saffer dog biscuits. More of a bludgeoning tool though.

One still gets a craving for them at inopportune moments......:suspect:

TBH, I used to really look forward to the lumpy box resupply the VC-10 to and from Belize got at Dulles... Being used to Brit sandwiches, (a thin slice of meat or cheese between two pieces of bread), the Dulles sarnies were a meal between two slices. :ok:

My God, do not tell me they have finally consumed the world supply of clingfilmed Midget Chicken legs that was the de'rigeur in all boxes packed in the late 70's.. I remember the late Dick Langworthy launching his in disgust out of a Pumas DV window over the middle of Antwerp, often wondered if it hit anyone.

That and the Legendary Dulles Hot Dogs and HamBurgers...... Ahh, my stomach is growling now at the thought of one of those babies. Best thing about the VC10 fleet.

I can remember Shippams paste having an offer on, collect 5 labels for a £1, or something very similar, and watching a Rigger every flight tearing through 156 used packed lunch boxes collecting the coupons, he got a hell of a lot of them in the end and made some serious cash on it..... I wonder what Shippams thought when they recieved a parcel from one person with thousands of labels in it LOL..

Packets of crisps and cans of FIZZY pop for a FJ trail!!!

Muppets!:hmm:

Flying out of Odious once with lumpy boxes and the boss asked for his crisps which I duly handed him. A couple of minutes later he's coughing and sputtering and he hands me back something he'd just spat out and asked me if that was what he thought it was. We concurred... A large clump of pubic hair. He sent it off to Smiths(?) in the hope of getting a huge box back, (of crisps for the pedants amongst you :p ). I think he got a letter... :uhoh:

So glad I'd just finished dinner before reading that....:ooh: But are you sure that what your boss spat out had really come from the box....lunch?

Offutt Flight Kitchen used to supply something called a 'Po Boy lunch'. The main constituent of which was something resembling a foil wrapped rugby ball - it was actually a small loaf filled with sliced bits of beast and cheese.. This came with 'Sour cream flavoured ripple chips' (known by us as nipple clips) and a few other things such as a packet of 3 salty crackers with semi-liquid cheese. I always had visions of some 'Good 'ole boy' at the helm of a B-52 inbound to Moscow with his fat paw clutching the 'Po Boy' saying "OK, bubbas, we're gonna nuke them sove-ee-ett mutha-fuquerres just a' soon as ah've finished ma goddam SAC lunch!"

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One of the world's worst culinary experiences was the Goose Bay milk tit supplied to those Vulcan crews stupid enough to ask for milk. As anyone with half a brain would know, the nearest cow....OK, 4-legged cow, to Goose was hundreds if not thousands of miles south. So the 'milk' is hardly likely to be the sort of thing the milko delivers to one's doorstep.

Our AEO once made the mistake of ordering 'milk'. An hour or so after top of climb he cut open the polythene tit in which the milk was supplied. Only to discover it tasted like $hit. The problem now was what to do with it, given that there was nowhere to get rid of it in the Tin Triangle.

However, being an ex-Rock, he was inventive by nature. So the pee-tube found a new use, much to the consternation of the ground crew and Farqhuar the Revenue at Scampton when he tipped the contents into the taxiway drain after landing. I'm not sure whether it was the milk or the chicken bones which got their attention most...:\

Best RAF rations? Ascension - it might have said the same on the rats form as the one at Brize did, but the folk at ASI clearly took pride in their work. Thanks, team!

Akrotiri was surely the home of the 'in-flight racing chicken'? All leg, no tit? As well, of course, as 'George's Family Crisps'. So oily that if you turned a packet upside down, you could see the oil dripping down the packet....:oh:

And is it my imagination, but weren't 'Waggon Wheels' bigger when they used to come in the in-flight rations?

Feeding 'on the hoof' one dark, miserable day (weren't they all in NI) I was pleased to see some obviously hot food coming down to the a/c in foil cartons. I was heartened more when the LHS opened his to reveal chicken & chips. Having passed over control as he stuffed down the last chip, I peeled the lid off mine to reveal liver & onions! Oh bliss oh joy - the fun of eating said meal with an RAF dingy knife. Spent the rest of the day stinking of gravy from all the fallout on my grobag, gloves etc

BUT, i got to say i love the raf issue "heat in the bag" chicken stew:ok:

also, EUROGRAN ahem, "lemon powder", mixed up strong and you'll soon know if you need to see the tooth quack:eek:

Now, BEagle, don't be jealous. Those shorter radius targets you had were important too.

Did you dress formally for the bomb run?

I used to find I was still ploughing through mine overhead Goose on the way home

Hmm, anyone remember the tale of the Herc F/Eng whose cheese butty burst into flames over Turkey (country, not sarnie) because they were on oxygen for some reason?

Always remember looking in a gobbly-box after departing Barksdale in a Belfast. There was a packet, labelled "Inter-Dental Stimulator".
Yup, a toothpick.
Tastier than the meal, I recall....

Fruit?
 

Why oh why did Invincible ALWAYS put a hard-boiled egg in the bagrat?

Peeling the shell off without dropping it all over the cockpit was impossible! At the end of a period of continuous charge, the floor resembled a shale beach!