 How does Winkelmann justify his critical stance towards Bailey's cooking?
Should any groundsman dispute the importance of belly-furniture in history—whether it be exterminating whales, or introducing syphilis to the Fiji Islanders, or settling the Australian littoral with cross-coves from Middlesex and Hampshire—he is referred to the hundred-and-first chapter of Moby Dick , a book spooled in the amusement tanks of all but the smallest spacers. The earliest men into the vacuum swallowed protein squeezings from aluminum tubes, and were glad enough to drop back to the groundsman's diet of steak and fried potatoes. The Japanese vessel staggered to her pad at Piano West after a twenty-week drunk: the alien yeast had got into the stomach of every man aboard, where it fermented each subsequent bite he ate to a superior grade of sake . Cooking aboard a spacer is a job combining the more frustrating tensions of biochemistry, applied mycology, high-speed farming, dietetics and sewage engineering. It's the Cook's responsibility to see that each man aboard gets each day no less than five pounds of water, two pounds of oxygen, and one-and-a-half pounds of dry food. By allowing a colony of Chlorella algae to work over our used air, water and other effluvia, though, three tons of metabolites would see us through from Brady Station to Piano West and back. Though I'm signed aboard as Ship's Surgeon, I seldom lift a knife in space. If the Prussians had a Marine Corps, Winkelmann would have done splendidly as Drill Instructor for their boot camp. The planet Earth was hardly large enough to accommodate a wart as annoying as Willy Winkelmann. It was Winkelmann who saw humorous possibilities in the entry, "Bailey, Robert," on Ship's Articles. It was Winkelmann who discussed haut cuisine and the properties of the nobler wines while we munched our algaeburgers and sipped coffee that tasted of utility water. And it was Captain Willy Winkelmann who never referred to the ship's head by any other name than The Kitchen Cabinet. Captain Winkelmann blotted his chin with his napkin, heaved his bulk up from the table, and climbed up the ladder from the dining-cubby. Bailey stared across the dining-cubby toward Winkelmann, silently imploring the Captain's ratification of his masterpiece. "Only good food," Winkelmann mumbled through his mouthful of disguised algae. You understand me, Belly-Robber?" Bailey, his hands fisted at his sides, nodded. "You are a spacer and a Ship's Cook, not a suburban Hausfrau with the vapors," Winkelmann said.
 It compels Bailey to be more creative with his resources
 It motivates Bailey to seek the approval of his shipmates  It prevents Bailey from becoming apathetic in the kitchen  It compels Bailey to be more creative with his resources  It builds Bailey's character and makes him more resilient