Lasagna, never ruined it, cause I've never tried cooking it but spaghetti. We had just put out from Maui going to L.A. & the skipper says to us, looking at me in particular being the greenest hand, don't be using any salt for cooking purposes there's enough of it every where & don't be using the fresh water to cook or clean with use sea water then rinse. It was my turn at the stove & I planned a great sauce for the spaghetti. Served it up with pride. Now mind you most of the others had been sea sick for the first few days out & were pissed that I was so green & chowing down like a one eyed cat. Well they were all there in the cockpit with a good drink in hand ready to suck down some tasty pasta. What a shock when they all started gagging & spitting, I thought I must've some how put poison in the sauce. When their voices finally came squeezing up through their throats they were asking (screaming) why the hell was the spaghetti so salty. For 30 days & 30 nights (that's how long it took us to make L.A.) I heard nothing else. I haven't used salt since then, over 20 yrs.
Hi Jeri, I can't begin to tell you what I've lost, forgot or did or didn't do.
Myself & a roomate were getting ready to hike the Appalacian Trail with a 3rd friend. We figured we'd do Mt. Washington & the rest of the Presidental Range for a week just to make a check list. We started hiking up & it started getting dark. I says, Allen did you bring a flashlight, nope, me neither. Two hrs. later when we're about to settle down, hey Allen, you got some water, nope, you guessed it, me neither. We decided then not to try the big hike, no sense killing ourselves.
Did I tell you about the time I lost my only set of footwear trying to cross into Canada via the wilderness because we were so broke customs didn't want our lives on their hands. Or the time when the Coast Guard tried to rescue us from sinking in Buzzard's Bay, we where doing just fine without them, sitting out a storm until they deceided to write us up for breathing & in the process broadsided us & then seperated our samson post from it's resting place & sent it into the air like a toothpick. Or the time..... Jeri, where'd ya put that fiddle? Barry