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Again at Southwood weekends were a
nightmare one of the main kitchens always closed down so we were feeding
about 1,800 on a Sunday Night just seconds before we were going to
close, a young recruit saunters in, looks at the service line and starts
to turn his nose up. The Sgt. on duty goes up to the lad all smiles and
said, "you're right sonny not much of a choice left for you is there,
look would you like us the fry some eggs and bacon for you" the young
lads face lights up and replies "Oh yes please Sarge". To which the Duty
Sgt. screams "well come back at breakfast there will be loads then".
If you get
in the cooking mood:
one cup water
one cup sugar
four large eggs
two cups of dried fruit
one teaspoon baking soda
one teaspoon salt
one cup brown sugar
lemon juice
nuts
one bottle whiskey (Very Important)
Sample the whiskey to check for quality. Take a large bowl. Check the
whiskey again. To be sure it is the highest quality, pour one level cup
and drink. Repeat. Turn on the electric mixer, beat one cup of butter in
a large fluffy bowl. Add one teaspoon of sugar and beat again. Make sure
the whiskey is still okay. Cry another tup. Turn off the mixer. Break
two leggs and add to the bowl and chuck in the cup of dried fruit. Mix
on the turner. If the fried druit gets stuck in the beaterers pry it
loose with a screwdriver.
Sample the whiskey to check for tonsisticity. Next,sift two cups of
salt. Or something. Who cares? Check the whiskey. Now sift the lemon
juice and strain your nuts. Add one table. Spoon. Of sugar or something.
Whatever you can find.
Grease the oven. Tur the cake tin to 350 degrees. Don't forget to beat
off the turner. Throw the bowl out of the window, check the whiskey
again and go to bed.
From Dave Girling
I also have a humorous story from
Southwood Camp cove in 1971. An engineer recruit was complaining
bitterly one Saturday lunchtime before being let out to town for the
afternoon about the food being s*&t and the kitchen the filthiest he
had ever seen. S/Sgt John Steer led the lad all the way down the hot
plate presenting each dish and serving the soldier personally. After
asking if the lad wanted gravy he dropped the ladle deliberately into
the gravy at an angle that shot gravy up and all over the lads pristine
white jumper.
'Sorry' - Said S/Sgt Steer (ADMIN
it was an accident ;-) )) |
