The name of this blog, Aufbakanleitung, is German for "Bread Baking Instructions". The main reason that I choose this name of course because all sensible names were taken but it also has a story behind it.
This story plays-out when I was 16, in the kitchen of a crappy Dutch camping restaurant where I just started working as a dishwasher. As this was the first time I worked in a kitchen I was unaware of the kind of humor that thrives in these gastronomical hell-holes.
In case you are also blessed with ignorance regarding cooking humor: Its either taking any taboo subject (mostly sex) and being as crude as possible about it ór giving inexperienced employees work that doesn't make any sense, but in a such a stern fashion that you still do it so they can subsequently laugh their asses off. Things like "All the blue Discodip grains are passed the date, but its a waste to throw them all out, so now its your sole duty to separate them from the rest" or "Hurry! There are customers here and we don't have a beer pincer! You need to get one from [some restaurant 2 km from here] quickly!"
[I like my women like I like my Whiskey; twelve years old and mixed up with coke!]
