hell bent for metal

Our Wacken com­pan­ion from last year, Mr Vagrant, likes to cook. He’s par­tic­u­larly good at desserts: from his kitchen we’ve enjoyed choco­late souf­flés, truf­fles at Christ­mas, giant oat and macadamia cook­ies, and a deli­cious choco­late semi­freddo, to name a few.

After a few drinks the other week­end we “cooked” up a deli­ciously devi­ous plan: appoint Vagrant the offi­cial 2010 tour muf­fin cook and demand camp­fire del­i­ca­cies in the field. The deed was done on Face­book shortly thereafter:

I’m appoint­ing you our offi­cial “Blitzkrieg Tour” Baker. You will be required to con­coct some kind of deli­cious treat using only camp­ground mate­ri­als dur­ing Wacken, Party.San or Sum­mer Breeze. Are you up to the challenge?

The response was favourable and the chal­lenge was accepted:

Aye aye, cap’n. Expect me to bake under the influ­ence. And prob­a­bly shout things like “AH CAN’AE DO EET CAP’N” and “NO COOKIE FOR j00!” at random.

The next log­i­cal step was an offi­cial uni­form piece. Mouths water­ing in antic­i­pa­tion, we found a chef’s hat and got it embroi­dered with “BLITZKRIEG TOUR PASTRY CHEF”, then popped it in a post bag an sent it off to Vagrant Inc’s offices:

We trust it will be bet­ter than “camp cook­ing with Stu”, pic­tured at the top of this post.