Me and the IFT on my crew did the cooking. We were bold, fearless and brazen. We had a mother f*cking Fry Daddy in our chow box for God sakes - hot oil jumping around the place. Speaking of pancakes, here's a great story: We had this Sensor 2 who would puke on every single flight. Anyhow, chow that morning consisted of, among other things, pancakes. Well, this guy woofs down a couple of them, but as time passes he starts to get sick. You know how pancakes can get kind of dry and all, especially if you don't wash them down. I see him run back to the big trash can in the galley and I look back just in time to see him puking these things up. To my amazement, what emerged from the guys mouth was a long, cylindrical object the size and shape of his throat - like a big chewed up pancake stool. It was like he was extruding Play Doh, or something. Funniest thing I ever saw.zab1001 said:Propstop, hurry up and qualify as a PPC so you can tell a story not involving cooking for the crew.
(I am impressed though, none of my 3Ps ever cooked like thta for me. Because they HATED me)
Good times,
Brett