Someone needed some happy, so I'm going to relate a brief story that never fails to make me laugh.
I was required to take a Health Dept. certification for my previous job as a restaurant manager. Needless to say, this class had quite a wide range of people, everyone from four-star fancy-schmancy type places, to Joe-Schmoe diner-in-a-trailer , with the latter category representing quite a slice of Western Pennsylvania's more ahem, interesting rural restaurateurs; some of whom participate din exchanges that truly had to be witnessed to be believed. Such as:
"Now, how might food become contaminated with fecal matter?"
"Whul, whut if the guy stuck his hand in his butt before he made your sammitch?"
But the really amusing question was one of practicality that arose when we had reached the part of the lecture regarding safe ambient-light levels for food-prep areas. The Health Department requires there to be sufficient illumination, which, by the way is measured in units known as
'Foot-Candles'". I think it was something like ten ft-cnd for storage areas, 30 for prep and cooking areas, etc.
We go over this very simple and almost trivial requirement and the instructor begins to move to the next subject, probably something about Botulism, when a voice chimes in from somewhere in the back of the VFD hall, saying, in a voice that I now hear in my head as a perfect mimic of Yosemite Sam, he says:
"Now where in the Sam-Hill do you expect me to put a Ten Foot Candle in my Kitchen, the ceiling's only nine!"
Gotta love Pittsburghers.
I was required to take a Health Dept. certification for my previous job as a restaurant manager. Needless to say, this class had quite a wide range of people, everyone from four-star fancy-schmancy type places, to Joe-Schmoe diner-in-a-trailer , with the latter category representing quite a slice of Western Pennsylvania's more ahem, interesting rural restaurateurs; some of whom participate din exchanges that truly had to be witnessed to be believed. Such as:
"Now, how might food become contaminated with fecal matter?"
"Whul, whut if the guy stuck his hand in his butt before he made your sammitch?"
But the really amusing question was one of practicality that arose when we had reached the part of the lecture regarding safe ambient-light levels for food-prep areas. The Health Department requires there to be sufficient illumination, which, by the way is measured in units known as
'Foot-Candles'". I think it was something like ten ft-cnd for storage areas, 30 for prep and cooking areas, etc.
We go over this very simple and almost trivial requirement and the instructor begins to move to the next subject, probably something about Botulism, when a voice chimes in from somewhere in the back of the VFD hall, saying, in a voice that I now hear in my head as a perfect mimic of Yosemite Sam, he says:
"Now where in the Sam-Hill do you expect me to put a Ten Foot Candle in my Kitchen, the ceiling's only nine!"
Gotta love Pittsburghers.
some people.
xox.