Seajet
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Sausage cobs. Must be the very cheapest sausages tho, with ketchup.
What calibre are these cobs you speak of ?
Whatever they are, I'd hope to regard them as ammunition rather than food !
Sausage cobs. Must be the very cheapest sausages tho, with ketchup.
Chopped up Melton Mowbray pork pie in a bowl of piping hot Heinz Tomato Soup
I'm slightly surprised that the only vote for curry has been grumpybear's spam ruby.
I'm slightly surprised that the only vote for curry has been grumpybear's spam ruby. Can't beat it IMHO, and with bad weather in the offing it can be warmed through and kept in a wide necked vacuum flask. Robin Knox Johnston famously keeps a curry on the go for weeks on end, adding extra ingredients from time to time when the level in the stockpot seems to be getting low ('tho a less high risk approach on the food poisoning front is possible too).
For something to nibble during a night watch, for me nothing has ever come close to my late and greatly missed aunt Bridget's home made oatie biscuits.
Same here -- Royco from Carrefour (France) are my favourites.
By the way, "croutons" sound very French. In Spain some soups come with "picatoste", which I assume are the same.
We need to dedicate one day next year to a cooking at sea day.
All food must be fresh and prepared on the boat at sea and it should be eaten at a table with the crew suitably attired.
A photo should be taken as proof.
Does not matter what the weather but we should cook the best meal possible at sea.
All food must be fresh and prepared on the boat at sea and it should be eaten at a table with the crew suitably attired. A photo should be taken as proof.
Does not matter what the weather but we should cook the best meal possible at sea.
We need to dedicate one day next year to a cooking at sea day.
All food must be fresh and prepared on the boat at sea and it should be eaten at a table with the crew suitably attired. A photo should be taken as proof.
Got to say, Pete, I'm not that impressed. That photo says...oh, so many things...
...the bed still unmade at dinner-time...the rather chaotic forepeak, the psycho-blade sliding round scratching the fiddles as she heels, Crocodile Dundee's hat on the sofa when it should be on his head, the Man With One Brown Shoe leaving his footwear in the fo'c'sle...
...plus the blatant Sainsbury's product-placement, and a sad, single chopped onion in the foreground. And...is that a pot of gravy granules? Surely you use the juices, bones and remnants of some recent carnivorous banquet, to make a hearty stock, sir? No?
The wash behind my Topper used to be like Downton Abbey's trash-can...pheasant feathers, oyster-shells, asparagus...
What's the prize going to be? If I'm photographed, sautéing scallops & chorizo, gently stirring a spash of retsina into a jug of tzatziki, whilst trapezing and adjusting both the mainsheet and my cummerbund and the centreboard simultaneously, do I win?![]()
What a great idea!
Not sure about the question of attire, though...don't we all already wear dinner-jackets, to eat our dinners? I know I do.
Will the photographic proof of an excellent dinner prepared and eaten at sea all within the cockpit of a dinghy, be admissible?
There'll be laughter in paradise as I struggle to pull my grand-dad's evening costume on, over the top of my wetsuit.![]()