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Originally Posted by GTAHVIT
HOLY SHIT!!!
OF all the stuff in here the bowl of peanut butter sammich had me crying...
I can't even begin to tell you all the different ways we'd mix stuff up to be able to choke down a meal on the Carrier...
obviously we put tabasco on EVERYTHING... having a Mexican mother who could cook, being on board were white bread and brown lettuce was the norm I struggled to get some flavor on my food.
One time we had a "taco bar" mostly becasue the sign said so... If my mother ever saw it she would cry I'm sure...
So after choking down some tacos with tomato paste and ground up roast beef dry cheese and brown lettuce... No way in hell I was gonna touch the "sour" creme.... I was like a crack addict for some chips and salsa!!! So I got a bottle of tobasco, Some tomato paste and some of the soggy floury things they called tortillas. I mixed up the salsa and tomato paste till it kinda resembled a salsa like flavor and put the tortillas in the microwave unitl they were crisp and brown... and hard as frisbees...
Crunched em all up am stirred it up in a bowl and ate it with a spoon...
I was in heaven....
Till I had to go number 1.5... NOT good....  |
We used to have Taco Bars on Wednesday's at lunch... I laughed my butt off the first time I saw the Taco Bell box's in the back of the kitchen... Literally they were the Taco Bell make a taco things you can buy in the grocery store... I live in south Texas... gimmee a break...
Down in Brownsville while working in a shipyard, I got to be good friends with one of the shipyard welders over a two day period of dying in the sun... He was assigned to work with me on rebuilding a big tool. It was August and it was hot... I think we hunted shade more than we worked...
Anyway, I asked this guy if he knew of a good place to get breakfast Taco's. Everyone not associated with the oilfield thinks everybody that works out here is from Louisiana, Mississippi or Alabama... Not so... He said yes he did, and I told him that if he would stop and get some every morning, I would pay for them...
Sure nuff, next morning he shows up with a big bag of tacos... bout 7 dollars worth... I think it was eight or so tacos... I love the Deep south Texas Taco prices... He had these little cups of salsa, one for each taco, and some salt packets... Yum yum... I doctor mine up and start eating... Man was it good... but it wasn't hot... It had great flavor, but it wasn't hot... I looked at him and said... Hey homey, were's the heat... he looked at me and said, dude, where you from... I said... San Antonio is where I grew up... He laughed, and said, dude, I thought you were from Louisiana... I didn't get the real stuff, this is the gringo stuff... So, the next day, he brought the real stuff... Good thing we didn't spill any of that on the deck... It would have eaten a hole in the deck... OMFG was it hot.... I ate it but Dayummmmmmm.... I started sweating early that day...
My last meal on the way here and my first meal when I get back to Texas is ALWAYS MEXICAN FOOD....Not Tex Mex, but authentic Mexican food...Enchiladas con juevos, Miga's, Machado, etc...
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Originally Posted by MisterCamaro69
Ya'll are crazy 
I always assumed that was the one thing the off-shore guys got was great food... I assumed wrong  |
We thought that was a perk of working out here as well, but some of these dudes have no clue... I've seen a rib roll come out of the freezer at 7:00 am and be on the line for lunch... You might as well go chew on a 9" heavy weight drill collar...
And crazy is taking over the galley... running the galley crew out and fixing an "american meal"... Nothing down here ever matches...
Typical disorganization...
Roast... no gravy and french fries...
Spaghetti and no toast or salad... but mashed potatoes...
Steak, liver and onions, fried bananas...
It's like having kool aid with no sugar, cereal with no milk... etc... it goes on and on...
Pizza down here on break... has peas and corn...
Hot dogs, peas and corn and some tomato type sauce with onions and green peppers, and celery or some other random vegetable....
We have some form of chicken that has been cooked entirely too fast for every meal... It's dry as hell and tougher than a 36 inch pipe wrench...