We went to an Afghani Bakery here on the ANA side of the base. It was kinda like a little field trip. It has certainly been the highlight of my whole deployment. Seriously. Is that a surprise to anybody; food being the focal point of my favorite Afghani adventure? I loaded these pictures backwards apparently. Anyway you might want to start from the bottom and move up.
The finished, delicious product.
Me and the Baker. He was a crazy guy. Very kind, especially since we had money to spend and gave him a gift of two jars of honey. It was in the Christmas spirit, but we didn't tell him.
A worker carrying wood for the fire. The oven, in the background. They stick the dough against the walls on the inside of the oven/kiln/whatever it is called.
A young worker, probably a son, preparing the dough. They put some cool design on it.
The largest mass of dough ever. The journey begins.
The finished, delicious product.
Me and the Baker. He was a crazy guy. Very kind, especially since we had money to spend and gave him a gift of two jars of honey. It was in the Christmas spirit, but we didn't tell him.
A worker carrying wood for the fire. The oven, in the background. They stick the dough against the walls on the inside of the oven/kiln/whatever it is called.
A young worker, probably a son, preparing the dough. They put some cool design on it.
The largest mass of dough ever. The journey begins.
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