Here, take this horrible mess away! Pour the contents of your plates back into the pot, boys, and put the plates together.

You must wash them, Tom, or the tallow will taste in everything we have." The things were passed out of the tent, and after five minutes the plates were returned, and with them a great tin piled up with Irish stew, the contents of five tins.

A cheer rose as the smell of the food greeted their nostrils.
"Hurrah! This is something like! I don't think there's any mistake this time." Nor was there.

The stew was unanimously voted to be perfect, and Tom was again called to the tent-door, and solemnly forgiven.
Then came fried rashers of ham, eaten with hard biscuit.

Then came the great triumph of the banquet--a great plum-pudding, which had been sent out from England in a tin, ready cooked, and which had only required an hour's boiling to warm it through.
In order to eat this in what the midshipmen called proper style, a tin pannikin half filled with brandy was held over the candles, and the brandy being then ignited, was poured over the pudding.