Cook something I've never had before...

[82Rigger]

I had a date the other night at my place. On the phone the day before,
the girl asked me to "Cook her something she's never had before" for
dinner. After many minutes of scratching my head over what to make, I
finally settled on something she has DEFINITELY never eaten.


I got out my trusty case of MRE's. Meal, Ready-to-Eat. Field rations
that when eaten in their entirety contain 3000+ calories. Here's what I
made: I took three of the Ham Slices out of their plastic packets, took
out three of the Pork Chops, three packets of Chicken-a-la-King, and
eight packets of dehydrated butter noodles and some
dehydrated/rehydrated rice. I cooked the Ham Slices and Pork Chops in
one pan, saut?ed in shaved garlic and olive oil.


In another pot, I blended the Chicken a-la-king, noodles, and rice
together to make a sort of mush that looked suspiciously like succotash.
I added some spices, and blended everything together in a glass pan that
I then cooked in the oven for about 35 minutes at 450 degrees.


When I took it out, it looked like, well, ham slices, pork chops, and a
bed of yellow poop. I covered the tops of the meat in the MRE cheese
(kinda like Velveeta) and added some green sprinkly thingys from one of
my spice cans (hey, if it's got green sprinkly thingys on it, it looks
fancy right?)


For dessert, I took four MRE Pound Cakes, mashed 'em up, added five
packets of cocoa powder, powdered coffee cream, and some water. I heated
it up and stirred it until it looked like a sort of chunky gelatinous
organism, and I sprinkled powdered sugar on top of it. Voila--Ranger
Pudding.


For alcoholic drinks, I took the rest of my bottle of Military Special
Vodka (yes, they DO make a type of liquor named "Military Special"--it
sells for $4.35 per fifth at the Class Six ) and mixed in four packets
of "Electrolytes - 1 each - Cherry flavored" (I swear, the packet says
that). It looked like an eerie kool-aid with sparkles in it (that was
the electrolytes I guess... could've been leftover sand from Egypt).


I lit two candles, put a vase of wildflowers in the middle, and set the
table with my best set of Ralph Lauren Academy-series China (that crap
is EXPENSIVE... my set of 8 place settings cost me over $600 on sale at
the Lejeune PX ), and put the alcoholic drink in a crystal wine
decanter.


She came over, and I had some appetizers already made, of MRE
spaghetti-with-meatballs, set in small cups. She saw the dinner, saw the
food, and said "This looks INCREDIBLE!!!"


We dug in, and she was loving the food. Throughout the meal, she kept
asking me how long it took me to make it, and kept remarking that I
obviously knew a thing or two about cooking fine meals. She kind of
balked at the makeshift "wine" I had set out, but after she tried it I
guess she liked it because she drank four glasses during dinner.


At the end of the main course, when I served the dessert, she squealed
with delight at the "Chocolate mousse" I had made. Huh? Chocolate what?
Okay... yeah... it's Chocolate Moose. Took me HOURS to make... yup.


Later on, as we were watching a movie, she excused herself to use my
restroom. While she was in there, I heard her say softly to herself "uh
oh" and a resounding but petite fart punctuated her utterance of dismay.


Let the games begin.


She sprayed about half a can of air freshener (Air Freshener, 1 each,
Orange scent. Yup. The military even makes smellgood) and returned to
the couch, this time with an obvious pained look. After 10 more minutes
she excused herself again, and retreated to the bathroom for the second
time I could hear her say "What the hell is WRONG with me???," as she
again send flatulent shockwaves into the porcelain bowl. This time, they
sounded kinda wet, and I heard the toilet paper roll being employed, and
again, LOTS more air freshener.


Back to the couch. She smiles meekly as she decides to sit on the chair
instead of next to me. She sits on my chair, knees pulled up to her
chest, kind of rocking back and forth slightly. Suddenly, without a
word, she ROCKETED up and FLEW to the bathroom, slammed the door, and
didn't come out for 30 minutes.


I turned the movie up because I didn't want her to hear me laughing so
hard that tears were streaming down my cheeks. She came out with a
slightly gray pallor to her face, and said "I am SOOOOOO sorry. I have
NO idea what is wrong with me. I am so embarrassed, I can't believe I
keep running to your bathroom!!" I gave her an Imodium AD, and she
finally settled down and relaxed.


Later on, she asked me again what I had made for dinner, because she had
enjoyed it so much. I calmly took her into the kitchen and showed her
all the used MRE bags and packets in the trash can.


After explaining to her that she had eaten roughly 9,000 calories of
"Army food" she turned stark white, looked at me incredulously, and said
"I ate 9,000 calories or dehydrated food that was made 3 years ago?"
After I concurred, she grabbed her coat and keys, and took off without a
word.


She called me yesterday. Seems she couldn't $hit for 5 days, and when
she finally did, the smell was so bad, her roommate could smell it from
down the hall. She also told me she had been working out nonstop to
combat the high caloric intake, and that she never wanted me to cook
dinner for her again, unless she was PERSONALLY there to inspect the
food beforehand.


It was a fun date. She laughed about it eventually, and said that that
was the first time she'd ever crapped in a guy's house on a date. She'd
been so upset by it she was in tears in the bathroom while I had been in
tears on the couch.

[sn-e3]

Steve that would make one hell of a sitcom.

[MarineAO]

Originally posted by sn-e3 Steve that would make one hell of a sitcom.

I'd like to see that episode!!!

[Keith_Hixson]

Would you tell her that you know a good therapist in the state of Washington.

This girl is going to need help!

Best chuckle I've had for a long time.

Keith

[goodnessgracie]

ROFLMFAO!

Ohmigod! That's hilarious, thankfully no one's ever tried to pull that sort of thing with me. I'd feel like a total ass.

Love & Kisses,

Gracie