Yes, yes... I know.... this feast was intended for another party. BUT, if there is any weakness a sailor has, it is good food. After spending months and months at sea, it is only natural that one grows tired of eating weevil-infested crackers and bone soup broth. So when we come onto land, we're going to eat... and eat hearty. While nobody was looking.....I sampled. And sampled some more. In fact, I *ahem* "sampled" all afternoon. A succulent strawberry or two... a little bit of savory roast pork that melts in your mouth... and not to forget a slice of rich and heavenly velvet cake to top it all off. I even helped myself to a couple of ripe bananas. Highly disliked by the crew, the yellow fruit is thought to be bad luck to have anywhere near the ship, which is quite a travesty...for me. Anyway, let's just say that I "sampled" enough to satiate my hunger until the next day. And I was classy enough to not to get food stains all over my white court suit.