The following is a story told from the point of view of a young Marine…
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, sauté 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 of the oven, 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 things from one of my spice cans (hey, if it’s got green sprinkly things 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 wasthe 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 shit 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 de canter.
She came over, and 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 how long it took me to make it, and kept remarking that I obviously knew a thing or two about cooking fine meals.
She kinda 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… its Chocolate Moose. Took me HOURS to make… yup
Later on, as we were watching a movie, she excused herself to use my rest room.
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 smell-good) and she 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 shock waves 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 smiled meekly as she decided to sit on the chair instead of next to me. She sat in 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 she said ‘I am SOOOOOO sorry. I have NO idea what’s wrong with me. I’m 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 ‘Marine Corps Field Rations’ she turned stark white, looked at me incredulously, and said ‘I ate 9,000 calories of dehydrated food that was made 3 years ago?’ After I rogered, she grabbed her coat and keys, and took off without a word.
She called yesterday. It seems that she couldn’t shit for 5 days, and when she finally did, the smell was so bad, her roommate could smell it from down the hall.
She also said that she’d 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 was the first time she’d ever crapped in a guy’s house on a date. She’d been so upset by it, she’d been in tears in the bathroom, while I’d been in tears on the couch.
I know…I’m a jerk, but I think it was still a funny experience.
Kathy I think you missed the point hun, this is what the men and women that are sent to live in tents ( when they are lucky) hike, run, carrying 75+ lb packs while being shot at in temperatures of 100 degrees during the day and 30 degrees at night going without hot showers or seeing their families when they are sick or for holidays, eat every day. This is what we as a country provide them. She, the girl, wanted HIM “the marine” to cook for HER, the princess. Now here’s how I see it honey bun, He used 3 MRE packs, that’s 3 days worth of food to him, and went to a lot of trouble that he would never go to for himself, to try to make her a really special meal out of what he ate. He didn’t shoot at her, and I am sure he provided her with more than the 1 square of 1 ply toilet paper that came in the MRE. It’s really easy to complain about needing a manicure, or having bad menstrual cramps or the local target not having the brand of cheese whiz we want, when our men and women die in a country none of us have ever been in eating this shit every day with outdated equipment making minimum wage no matter the politics that have them there, they are doing the duty that they have sworn to do so we have the rights to say stupid shit like you just did. Don’t call a Marine an asshole on my blog and I wont tell you your a fucking idiot. Ok?
Kathy – You are clearly missing a few KEY points here:
1. This is a HUMOROUS blog and that was a HUMOROUS post. The Marine even SAID that the chick laughed about the incident when they talked later – did you even catch that? No, probably not. You seem to be missing your funny bone – along with a few IQ points.
2. NEVER – and I mean NEVER – EVER EVER EVER – say anything derogatory, disrespectful, or even remotely sideways rude about our folks in uniform on Peachy’s blog. If you have ever read closely enough on this blog – you would KNOW that Peachy’s daddy is a veteran. Dissing our nation’s finest people who serve is a no-no on this blog. Peachy’s pals know that people in uniform (like the Marine in this post) protect this country and ask nothing in return; the very least we can do is show them some respect.
3. You are certainly allowed your freedom of speech and you are entitled to your own ill-informed opinion – BUT, and this is a very loud, resounding BUT – on this blog, you’d have to be a completely dim-witted cretin to even THINK about speaking negatively about anyone in the military and NOT receive some exceedingly unfavorable feedback from those of us who LOVE our veterans and servicemembers.
4. If THAT Marine is an a$$hole and deserves to never have a girlfriend – then at the very commensurate minimum, you are a louse and don’t deserve the security, freedom, and liberties THAT very Marine provides.
Really, are you that daft? She got a pain in her little tummy from eating an mre? She didn’t have fucking brain surgery? she didn’t break her leg or get shot, her dog didn’t die. Holy Bob Kathy find another blog to go and lurk about on, because I happen to make this blog about laughing at people, namely me. Which by the way I take about 37 pills a day, 3 of them are in fact for restroom issues which I find QUITE hilarious. So go on I’m so sorry that find the need to be such a sad fuddy that you can’t find humor in anything, but this ride is to short not to laugh. So HA HA HA HA and fucking HA.
Oh wow. I went through several stages on this. At first I laughed at the guy’s ignorance; then I felt really bad for the girl. Then I felt bad for the troops. War sucks.
I’m in admiration of the way you slipped right into character here Peach. I mean, it really seems like it’s written by the real deal. How did you do that?
To the Peachy1, I am so sorry for your medical problems. There is too much pain in this world. I hope you feel better and wish you good health. Go mbíodh biseach ort gan mhoill.
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That was damn hilarious.
BAHAHAHAHA! You SEE why I loves me some folks in uniform?!!!
Why is her pain funny? That @ssh0le should never have a girlfriend again!
Ha ha. You made a girl sick and made her cry. You’re such a funny guy. I hope you get sick, too! That would be the funniest!
Kathy I think you missed the point hun, this is what the men and women that are sent to live in tents ( when they are lucky) hike, run, carrying 75+ lb packs while being shot at in temperatures of 100 degrees during the day and 30 degrees at night going without hot showers or seeing their families when they are sick or for holidays, eat every day. This is what we as a country provide them. She, the girl, wanted HIM “the marine” to cook for HER, the princess. Now here’s how I see it honey bun, He used 3 MRE packs, that’s 3 days worth of food to him, and went to a lot of trouble that he would never go to for himself, to try to make her a really special meal out of what he ate. He didn’t shoot at her, and I am sure he provided her with more than the 1 square of 1 ply toilet paper that came in the MRE. It’s really easy to complain about needing a manicure, or having bad menstrual cramps or the local target not having the brand of cheese whiz we want, when our men and women die in a country none of us have ever been in eating this shit every day with outdated equipment making minimum wage no matter the politics that have them there, they are doing the duty that they have sworn to do so we have the rights to say stupid shit like you just did. Don’t call a Marine an asshole on my blog and I wont tell you your a fucking idiot. Ok?
I <3 the marine and his meal. I do feel sorry for her, um, situation, but still. She did ask for it. 🙂
Love ya Peach! 🙂
Kathy – You are clearly missing a few KEY points here:
1. This is a HUMOROUS blog and that was a HUMOROUS post. The Marine even SAID that the chick laughed about the incident when they talked later – did you even catch that? No, probably not. You seem to be missing your funny bone – along with a few IQ points.
2. NEVER – and I mean NEVER – EVER EVER EVER – say anything derogatory, disrespectful, or even remotely sideways rude about our folks in uniform on Peachy’s blog. If you have ever read closely enough on this blog – you would KNOW that Peachy’s daddy is a veteran. Dissing our nation’s finest people who serve is a no-no on this blog. Peachy’s pals know that people in uniform (like the Marine in this post) protect this country and ask nothing in return; the very least we can do is show them some respect.
3. You are certainly allowed your freedom of speech and you are entitled to your own ill-informed opinion – BUT, and this is a very loud, resounding BUT – on this blog, you’d have to be a completely dim-witted cretin to even THINK about speaking negatively about anyone in the military and NOT receive some exceedingly unfavorable feedback from those of us who LOVE our veterans and servicemembers.
4. If THAT Marine is an a$$hole and deserves to never have a girlfriend – then at the very commensurate minimum, you are a louse and don’t deserve the security, freedom, and liberties THAT very Marine provides.
How about we all just stop laughing at people in pain?
Really, are you that daft? She got a pain in her little tummy from eating an mre? She didn’t have fucking brain surgery? she didn’t break her leg or get shot, her dog didn’t die. Holy Bob Kathy find another blog to go and lurk about on, because I happen to make this blog about laughing at people, namely me. Which by the way I take about 37 pills a day, 3 of them are in fact for restroom issues which I find QUITE hilarious. So go on I’m so sorry that find the need to be such a sad fuddy that you can’t find humor in anything, but this ride is to short not to laugh. So HA HA HA HA and fucking HA.
OMG That is hilarious!!! That is great
Oh wow. I went through several stages on this. At first I laughed at the guy’s ignorance; then I felt really bad for the girl. Then I felt bad for the troops. War sucks.
I’m in admiration of the way you slipped right into character here Peach. I mean, it really seems like it’s written by the real deal. How did you do that?
To the Peachy1, I am so sorry for your medical problems. There is too much pain in this world. I hope you feel better and wish you good health. Go mbíodh biseach ort gan mhoill.