Please Help!

[pachamama]

My daughter Hannelore is doing a school project on dough around the world. Part of the assignment is to conduct a survey and analyse the results, and she has designed an online survey about people's attitudes and behaviour around dough-based foods. It's only 10 questions, and she'd really appreciate it if you took a moment to follow the link and

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[cowboyjesus]

I used to work in an Italian-style open hearth bakery for two summers in high school. You know, I could tell you, or your daughter a lot about bread and pastry making.
The hardest job was glazing donuts. Why? Because by state law you couldn't lick your fingers. Favorite job was probably being "promoted" to putting the loaves by hand into the rotating shelves. It wasn't necessarily the hardest job, just the hottest. In general just standing on your feet, usually in one place on concrete for eight to ten hours was pretty hard.
It was also one of my first jobs besides mowing grass lawns.
I kinda loved the job, except for working with my grouchy uncle. His dad who also worked there on into his seventies for all practical purposes should have had that cornered, but he was pretty happy-go-lucky. He didn't like discussing ideas that I was exploring at 14, like existentialism. It was also my first experience in dealing with crabby, working people everyday...and of course I had a crush on the girl who ran the counter in the morning. I usually never got to see her except on the weekends.

[cowboyjesus]

aw geece! not by a long shot. it was just what i happened to fall into. someone in the family heard that i needed some money for a ten-speed. before my uncle would hire me he had to see if i had the patience to clean a dirty wire rack on casters outside in the heat. he gave me some kind of flexible metal spatula, a rag, and a bucket of water. my uncle tony verderaime. he was a hoot! still is!