I read this story and came to think of mandelkubbar, a traditional and very tasty Swedish cookie that gets its distinctive flavour from bitter almonds, an almond that contains benzaldehyde and cyanide. Ten almonds are a lethal dose for a child, but you use like five almonds for twenty cookies.
I worked in a student café that also did catering. We got an order for a huge amount of traditional cookies, among them 240 mandelkubbar that I had to make. I was almost done hand-grating roughly 100 bitter almonds into the dough when our new hire from the US passed by, snatched a handful of bitter almonds from my pile of not-yet-grated almonds, popped them in her mouth, and started to chew. Her eyes bulged and she nearly vomited from the abhorrent taste.
Most of the following is in English; [New Hire] doesn’t speak Swedish.
Me: “What on Earth are you doing?”
New Hire: “What are you doing?”
Me: “What?”
New Hire: “What kind of rancid f****** almonds are you putting in the cookies?”
Me: “Bitter almonds. They are not for eating like that.”
New Hire: “No, that’s f****** poison!”
Me: “It’s not poison! They’re supposed to taste like that.”
[Colleague], who is really bad at reading the room, spoke up.
Colleague: “Fun fact! They are poisonous! They contain a high dose of hydrogen cyanide, which—”
New Hire: *To me* “So, you are putting poison into the cookies! F****** psychopath!”
Me: “No, wait! Stop—”
But it was too late. She thwomped the bowl of cookie dough with a swift punch, and my precious cookie dough landed face-down on the floor. I stood dumbfounded at the wasted work and the sheer stupidity of it all. My manager burst into the room.
Manager: “What the f*** is going on?”
New Hire: “He puts poison in the cookies! He wants to poison our guests!”
Me: “I am not poisoning anyone, you idiot! Mandelkubbar are supposed to taste like that!”
Manager: “Wait, is this about the bitter almonds?”
New Hire: “He puts cyanide in the cookies!”
Manager: *To me, in Swedish* “Can you go buy new bitter almonds? I’ll talk to you when you get back.” *To [Colleague], in Swedish* “Can you clean up and get a new dough going?” *To [New Hire], in English* “Come with me. We need to talk.”
We all did as we were told, and I got a chance to cool off.
[New Hire] had been fired when I returned; she had refused to acknowledge that she’d done anything even slightly wrong. We laughed it off, I grated a further hundred almonds, and the mandelkubbar turned out perfect.
My manager and I were having a few cookies and a cup of coffee when a pair of confused police officers marched into the café.
Police Officer: “Do you work here?”
Manager: “I am the manager. How can I help?”
Police Officer: “Well, we need to inspect your café, and—”
Me: “Is this about an accusation that we are putting poison in our cookies?”
Police Officer: “I cannot tell why we are here. But… are you putting poison in the cookies?”
Me: *Laughs* “Technically, yes. Did you know that mandelkubbar are poisonous?”
We recounted the story. The officers did some kind of inspection and ended up leaving with a pair of mandelkubbar each, giggling about the absurdity of it all.
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