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Depends on the submarine, honestly, but the one I was on, there was:
During the "day"
1 guy in the galley cooking the entire meal for 150+ people
1 guy doing the storage rotation, returning unused items to storage and pulling the new storage
1 guy doing the officer's mess--this was different on subs because officer's ate the same food as the crew, so the officer's mess didn't have to cook, but they were responsible for cleaning the officers washrooms, the CO and XO's rooms, and doing the officer's laundry
There were two senior enlisted guys who...really didn't do anything, honestly. The Chief spent most of his time playing cards, and pretended to do paperwork, which is almost exactly the same thing our 1st Class did.
At "night"
1 guy in the galley did the midnight meal and breakfast for 150+ people
1 guy worked the officer's mess
My sub was ginormous by submarine standards, and I had two ovens, a flat grill, a big Hobart mixer, a smaller Kitchen-Aid size mixer, a steamer, and 3 steam-jacketed kettles. There were two mini-fridges and a thaw box in the galley, too. Our freezer and refrigerator were outside in the hall, next to the dry stores. The ovens had sliding latches like a bathroom door to keep them closed in case we did angles.
The freezer was ridiculous, because the first day of patrol it was stacked bottom-to-top and front-to-back and you had to make a tunnel to get to what you needed because no one was ever smart enough to load the freezer so that what you would need for the first two weeks was in front (the run I did the storage job I fixed that, and my Chief and 1st Class were kind of pissed I did that, because it made my job "too easy")...the refrigerator was kind of the same way.
We kept eggs (the ones we got were chemically treated and dipped in a thin coat of some kind of wax to prolong their life span) in one of the fan rooms. It was cool in there, but not refrigerated, but it didn't matter because of the eggs we got. We also had the powdered eggs, and we used those in all our baking or recipes that called for liquid eggs to make the real eggs last longer. We also kept those little juice boxes of treated milk in the fan room (Parmalat was the brand, if I recall correctly), but we usually didn't need those unless we went two months without any kind of resupply, and most runs we'd rendezvous with a small boat to take on inspectors for drills and such.
Smaller subs had a thing called a frisbo machine, which used water and instant mashed potatoes to make french fries. I never got to use one, and it makes me sad in the pants.
Some of the neatest stuff was the dehydrated food. The eggs and milk were goddamn terrible, but some of the other stuff was so good you wouldn't know it wasn't frozen/refrigerated. The vegetables were always good, as was the dehydrated shrimp, but the best dehydrated product was the cottage cheese. It came out of the can looking like little styrofoam pellets, but after you added the water and let it set in the fridge for a few hours, you honestly could not tell the difference between dehydrated and fresh.
We also had an ice cream machine, and a Coke machine. The ice cream was dehydrated, and honestly wasn't bad. The Coke machine used the bag-in-box style syrup. The first two runs I did, though, we had the old canister type machine, and #10 cans of syrup. We'd have to open up the canisters and refill them from the #10 cans (which we kept in the fan rooms with the eggs). The BiB was a lot easier, but we had to keep the boxes in the dry stores, stacked behind a a net that kept them from rolling out of the cubby-hole into which we stuffed them.
I'd rather they kept the genders segregated on subs, all male or all female. It caused a lot of problems in surface ships when they integrated, but a lot of those problems were put under a lid because of politics. Senator Warner, who used to represent VA, always blocked any attempts to integrate the boats. The group most opposed to the integration wasn't the sailors, but their wives. I guess the fat hags didn't want the boys having any fun while they were fucking around on them back home. When I was in Groton, CT, we called the ones that used to come to the base club and chase younger sailors when their husbands went to sea a "Grotopotamus," because they were generally at least a little overweight and/or unattractive.
I don't think I can really add anything else of value.
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