Many years ago I worked in a supermarket bakery where we made almost everything from scratch. I was the first guy in in the morning (4 am), fired up the 20-pan rotator oven, and mixed up the doughs and batters for the day. Other staff would filter in at certain times to make up the products. Monday was the main day for mixing cake batter, baking layers and freezing them to be used as needed. I mixed the batter and the bakery mgr would bake the layers. One Tuesday morning I did my usual routine of firing up the oven (without looking in), and two hours later when I opened the oven door to start my first baking run, the oven was full of 8 inch chocolate cakes that were as dry as cardboard! I loaded the 20 pans on a rack and pushed then into a corner near an exhaust fan. When the bakery mgr came in, I quietly told him I found an oven full of burnt chocolate cakes. He looked at me quizzically, and went over to look at them. He came back with a smirk on his face and said they were vanilla cakes! He loaded them in the oven the previous day and forgot them. 120 eight inch cinders went into the dumpster.

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