Today’s space: the galley. My day started at 05:30 when I made my way to the salon for my shift as stu stew. Nobody, and I mean nobody, was prepared for the delicious concoctions we had in store for my shipmates. The first meal of the day was what I like to call a “Full Ben”: Pancakes, scrambled eggs, assorted fruits, cereal, and yogurt. Breakfast was so good that Aaron declared he would name his first son Ben in my honor. After breakfast I was awarded a break, and I made my way up to the deck to fraternize with my shipmates and enjoy the morning breeze.
Evan and Schelly work to fillet a fresh catch of tuna Ben here, my mission continues to find the hottest possible space on board.
With no time to spare I headed back to the galley to meet my fellow chefs Cat and Gracie (hereafter referred to as “the professionals”). For lunch we whipped up some skoodles (Skippy peanut butter noodles). The professionals were so impressed with my Skippy-handling skills that they dubbed me the official peanut butter re-locator of the ship. Rosie (beans) was incredibly moved by my edible delights, so much so that she challenged Nils to a duel for the honor of being my best friend. Of course I put an end to that nonsense.
With breakfast and lunch having been so delicious, everyone aboard the beefy Bobby C thought that dinner had to be more mediocre. Little did they know I had a trick up my Nils’s hat. With the help of the professionals we labored for hours to make Ben’s beautiful bouncing buns for some world famous B.L.A.T.’s. Between said buns we put lettuce, tomato, bacon, avocado, and a hint of red onion. Chad declared that “tummy is happy”, and Jen was in such disbelief of my culinary skills that she broke down in hysterics and began throwing plates across the salon.
In all seriousness my day in the galley hanging out with Cat and Gracie has been one of my favorite days on board. We laughed a lot, told crazy stories, and cooked lots of things. Okay I admit it, I did very little of all that cooking. I think I was mainly there for comedic value. Nonetheless, after spending a day with the two hardest working people on the ship I can now, with the utmost certainty, declare that the galley is indeed the hottest place on board.