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This morning she stopped here for breakfast because the café is closed today and tomorrow as it gets new vent hoods put in.
When she got here I was getting the coffee pot ready to perk as I made the steak and eggs.
When she saw me add a dash of salt to the coffee , she looked at me and asked why I salted the coffee, so I explained to her that my father who pulled his share of KP in two wars learned that adding a measure of salt to the big perk pots help take the bitterness of the coffee same as old timers used eggshell calcium as a alkaline to balance the pH of the brew.
I was surprised that after 40 years of cooking she never realized chemistry was the most important factor of cooking.
As we ate our breakfast and she asked me how much salt he added to an army sized pot if I added a dash , I told her he never did say but it had to be at least a tablespoon or two since he said the perk urns they had in his wars were the size of small gas fueled water heaters.
She got to laughing when I told her about him still having one of his own hand written mess hall recipe books from when he was mess sergeant and remembering watching him and my mother downsize some of the recipes to family size from barracks portions.
I told her I remembered asking him why he decided to become a cook after having been in front line units, all he said was he had the skill to change his MOS and after he got his combat points he figured it safer to cut those wanting to shoot him down to only the guys he knew and knew only a bad case of dysentery or running out of ways to cook Spam if supply messed up would make him a target.
When I told her he also reminded me that he figured becoming a mess sergeant and later drill sergeant after he got his points helped ensure that he got to teach me how to cook.
Some folks complain of military mess hall fare just as they complain of hospital cooking but I know more veterans who say the mess hall cooking was as good as home cooking and in my small town growing up , the cafeteria at the local hospital was the Sunday restaurant and we mourned to a degree when the head chef of the hospital resigned to become a chef at the White House in the early 1980s.
When she got here I was getting the coffee pot ready to perk as I made the steak and eggs.
When she saw me add a dash of salt to the coffee , she looked at me and asked why I salted the coffee, so I explained to her that my father who pulled his share of KP in two wars learned that adding a measure of salt to the big perk pots help take the bitterness of the coffee same as old timers used eggshell calcium as a alkaline to balance the pH of the brew.
I was surprised that after 40 years of cooking she never realized chemistry was the most important factor of cooking.
As we ate our breakfast and she asked me how much salt he added to an army sized pot if I added a dash , I told her he never did say but it had to be at least a tablespoon or two since he said the perk urns they had in his wars were the size of small gas fueled water heaters.
She got to laughing when I told her about him still having one of his own hand written mess hall recipe books from when he was mess sergeant and remembering watching him and my mother downsize some of the recipes to family size from barracks portions.
I told her I remembered asking him why he decided to become a cook after having been in front line units, all he said was he had the skill to change his MOS and after he got his combat points he figured it safer to cut those wanting to shoot him down to only the guys he knew and knew only a bad case of dysentery or running out of ways to cook Spam if supply messed up would make him a target.
When I told her he also reminded me that he figured becoming a mess sergeant and later drill sergeant after he got his points helped ensure that he got to teach me how to cook.
Some folks complain of military mess hall fare just as they complain of hospital cooking but I know more veterans who say the mess hall cooking was as good as home cooking and in my small town growing up , the cafeteria at the local hospital was the Sunday restaurant and we mourned to a degree when the head chef of the hospital resigned to become a chef at the White House in the early 1980s.