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Eisboch wrote:

"Vic Smith" wrote in message
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On Mon, 9 Feb 2009 02:01:01 -0500, "Eisboch"
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I became addicted to Bug Juice.

Bug juice, powdered eggs, fried bologna, and mystery meat were among
the food items introduced to me by the Navy.
The bug juice tasted a bit different than the others.
I left them behind when I left the Navy behind.
The only thing the Navy addicted me to was a good shoe shine.
Still need my Kiwi, an old tooth brush, and a soft cotton cloth.
Don't do the spit shine though.
When bug juice showed up in the milk dispensers at breakfast, that
meant one thing to me. No more milk until replenishment.
And that meant my favorite meal, from the good kitchens of Kellogg's
and Elsie the cow, would disappear for a while.
Even a bowl full of frantically swimming weevils once didn't kill my
appetite for Kellogg's.
Three-four days out was as long as the milk lasted.
I don't recall Navy powdered milk for some reason. Might be because
time is merciful. Maybe the Navy was. Same effect.
I do recall my ma making that crap when money was tight.
All us kids hated it, so she gave up.

--Vic


I used to like the powdered eggs. Pour enough ketchup on them and they
were not bad.
Ditto on the milk. A little 315' DE didn't store a lot of milk.
Like you said, 3 or 4 days out and it was gone.

We had an old Coke machine though. Not the kind that dispenses cans or
bottles however.
It mixed syrup with carbonated water into a cup. 5 cents per cup until
it also ran out.
That usually happened right after an underway replenishment or refueling
when the Captain would order the corpsman to issue all involved a shot of
bourbon to warm up. To make it last many would pour it into a cup of the
syrup Coke mix.

"Swiss Steak" about every other day. I never really knew why it was
called Swiss steak.
More like cooked grizzle.

My mother tried the powdered milk thing also. There was a
rebellion among us kids. Then she tried mixing it 50/50 with whole milk.
Still didn't hack it. We finally made my father drink a big glass of
the crap.
Never had powdered milk again.

Eisboch

I don't recall my mother ever serving powdered milk. We did try powdered
eggs...once.

I can remember our mother trying it as an economy measure. In the mid
fifties, the newly opened St. Lawrence Seaway really cut into dads working
hours as a longshoreman in Halifax. Thank God the thing froze over in the
winter.
I believe the powered milk came in a blue box and we all hated it...didn't
taste right and there always seemed to be lumps in it.
No one around here had a blender in those days.

Don White wrote:
"HK" wrote in message
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Eisboch wrote:
"Vic Smith" wrote in message
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On Mon, 9 Feb 2009 02:01:01 -0500, "Eisboch"
wrote:
I became addicted to Bug Juice.

Bug juice, powdered eggs, fried bologna, and mystery meat were among
the food items introduced to me by the Navy.
The bug juice tasted a bit different than the others.
I left them behind when I left the Navy behind.
The only thing the Navy addicted me to was a good shoe shine.
Still need my Kiwi, an old tooth brush, and a soft cotton cloth.
Don't do the spit shine though.
When bug juice showed up in the milk dispensers at breakfast, that
meant one thing to me. No more milk until replenishment.
And that meant my favorite meal, from the good kitchens of Kellogg's
and Elsie the cow, would disappear for a while.
Even a bowl full of frantically swimming weevils once didn't kill my
appetite for Kellogg's.
Three-four days out was as long as the milk lasted.
I don't recall Navy powdered milk for some reason. Might be because
time is merciful. Maybe the Navy was. Same effect.
I do recall my ma making that crap when money was tight.
All us kids hated it, so she gave up.

--Vic

I used to like the powdered eggs. Pour enough ketchup on them and they
were not bad.
Ditto on the milk. A little 315' DE didn't store a lot of milk.
Like you said, 3 or 4 days out and it was gone.

We had an old Coke machine though. Not the kind that dispenses cans or
bottles however.
It mixed syrup with carbonated water into a cup. 5 cents per cup until
it also ran out.
That usually happened right after an underway replenishment or refueling
when the Captain would order the corpsman to issue all involved a shot of
bourbon to warm up. To make it last many would pour it into a cup of the
syrup Coke mix.

"Swiss Steak" about every other day. I never really knew why it was
called Swiss steak.
More like cooked grizzle.

My mother tried the powdered milk thing also. There was a
rebellion among us kids. Then she tried mixing it 50/50 with whole milk.
Still didn't hack it. We finally made my father drink a big glass of
the crap.
Never had powdered milk again.

Eisboch
I don't recall my mother ever serving powdered milk. We did try powdered
eggs...once.

I can remember our mother trying it as an economy measure. In the mid
fifties, the newly opened St. Lawrence Seaway really cut into dads working
hours as a longshoreman in Halifax. Thank God the thing froze over in the
winter.
I believe the powered milk came in a blue box and we all hated it...didn't
taste right and there always seemed to be lumps in it.
No one around here had a blender in those days.



The dummy has "my dad" stories, too! Unlike WAFA's, they might actually
be true.