Green peas, onions, some kinda root vegetable like a turnip or a potato, ( he tells her when she gets back, ticking them off his fingers, )

And brined salt pork, although there's no way in Hell I'm lettin' anyone into this botulism stew.

( McCoy gives the last barrel he's standing beside a gentle kick. His tricorder hums as he directs it over the others, snapping it closed with a little sound of satisfaction. )

Rest of 'em are surprisingly well preserved, for being on the bottom of the ocean.