There is only one sort of oatcake and it comes from Stoke.
It's best filled with bacon and cheese and can be kept wrapped in foil ready to deploy.
However if it really is rough then cup a soup and dry bread it is...
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I'm a thousand miles from my favourite oatcake shop, just up from the Stoke City General hospital and you're making me drool!
Pot noodles
This thread just reminded me.
A few years back we were on passage, running downwind and rolling a bit. In the L-shaped galley was a somewhat hapless and chunky crew member, who'd been down there for a very long time trying to make four cheese sandwiches whilst seeming to struggle to keep any control of the ingredients and his utensils. Anyone else would have had the sarnies made in a jiffy, but to this fellow it was quite a challenge.
In the heads, the door to which faced the galley, was the owner. Lady JUK and I were sitting in the cockpit taking in the spectacle of the sandwich making when suddenly the boat rolled a little more heavily than of late. The hapless crew member was pitched from the galley, doing an Irish jig style, high speed side step to keep himself on his feet, and careened across the boat, piling into the heads door with an almighty crash which visibly flexed the door inwards a good way. In response to the crash, the owner replied, "I'll just be a minute", in the slightly meek voice that a fellow tends to adopt when speaking from the porcelain throne.
As our chunky snack supremo tried to recover himself, he clawed first at the fiddle on the galley counter and gained sufficient grip there to draw himself close enough to grasp his next handhold. This happened to be the galley tap, which he managed to open at full chat, sending a powerful, and by no means rapidly stemmed, jet of water onto the sink lid/chopping board upon which he had spent the last 45 minutes bringing our lunch tantalisingly near to completion before conclusively drowning it.
Lady JUK and my efforts to stifle our guffaws were finally overcome when the owner emerged from the bog, and sheepishly asked, "Did someone knock?", seemingly completely oblivious to the wood splintering force of the impact on the door right by his ear, and almost simultaneously adopted a delightfully comedic quizzical expression, head tilt and all, at the sight of our lunch now all but floating about in the pool of water sloshing around within the depth of the counter's fiddles.
Happy days.
Midlands today TV news said the last oatcake shop closed yesterday! Much gloom expressed.I'm a thousand miles from my favourite oatcake shop, just up from the Stoke City General hospital and you're making me drool!
Dammit, Graham, I was in the process of mashing a banana to eat on toast. Mashing a banana is a great way to recollect just how appalling time on a rough sea can be, for anyone smitten by idealistic liveaboard-Caribbean dreams. Try it!
Having done a fair bit of really long range endurance sports, so knowing a little about energy management, I wouldn't touch 'em!
