The Cook Off and bread maker made

Bardeau returns across Atlantic
Robert Bard
Wed 12 Sep 2012 10:03
32:20.020N 009:15.585W

Well another peaceful night. First the boring stuff. We are goose winged, cruising chute one side, jib poled out other. This gives a goose like waddling motion through the sea causing things to creak,clunk, and chink. We are somewhere off the Sahara between Marrakesch and Agadir...but obviously out at sea somewhere...ironically the longest period the yacht hasn't actually made contact with the sand.
Yesterday was Hot Dog Tuesday. It was Dundee's answer to Dave's Bourgignon night. In true Silas Marner style, Dundee wheedled over to me yesterday lunchtime with the ship's crested platter ...'Skip, here's yer Dogs, served in an authentic french mustard and caramel fusion, in buns sans gluten (??) and the wine is Chateau Abbo Air.' The evening meal craftily served after 3 major jugs of home brewed sangria, a jug of Rum something poncy or other, was Spag Bol served under a cheffy type name: Dundee's own special Spag, blended with a fusion of Boll, marinated flavoured, then sprinkled with a splidgeon of swadge or it sounded like that. Apres dinner served on deck in the roasting evening heat we watched the sun go down...Dundee read more verses from the Rime of the Ancient Mariner, the one's about ghost ship's, skeletons and albatrosses. Jeez skip...if I could get my hands on an albatross I could do a stew that would make you weep. Yes, I agreed. It would make me weep.
Anyway all is harmony onboard. I took the 8pm to 11pm watch last night but was slightly irritated to find that I had to wake myself up at 11pm to get Mr K out of his cabin to continue the watch. It seems he overdid the group wine tasting session last night. Dave is on deck telling everyone who will listen that today is King Prawn on a bed of salad with a fusion of this and that. Meanwhile the saloon smells like a rat crawled out of a pipe and died somewhere ...I presume it is the prawns defrosting. I have suggested that some less important underlings test the dish first whilst I observe closely for an hour or so. Talking of Mr K, there isn't a lot to do at sea,and he thought he could outbake the guru, he who brought the bread maker. Much to my horror, and everyone else's surprise what emerged from the pulsating belching globule within the bread maker looked like a loaf of bread. We don't know if it was safe to eat as he won't let anyone near it in case it 'spoils the shape.