2/4/2004: Record-setting pasta

No I did NOT plan a day two of record-setting food, but when I saw this one I figured it had to be IotD today, to keep the string going, so to speak.

These folks are in Germany, participating in "Falkensee Pasta Week" and they have created the longest noodle ever.

(snicker)

They actually have a whole strand of noodles, and it's 50 meters long. This required a mere 250 eggs, 110 lbs (50 kg) of flour and a bit of water.

Apparently the guy on the end didn't get the memo about wearing gloves when you pick up your area of pasta for the picture. What a faux pas.

He probably didn't wear gloves to make it, either.

Gloves, no gloves..who cares?

You'd boil it before eating anyway...

Oh please stop it. It 7pm over here
I came back from some 10km cross-country and I have to wait 1 more hour until I can go an catch something to eat!

How do you eat it? Put one end in your mouth and suck like crazy.

with some bolognese on it. should be messy to clean everything up...

Has no one keyed onto the absurdity of the Germans making the world-record pasta? Spaetze, yah. Kartoffelsalat, yah. a giant sauerbraten or rolladen, coolness.

Or did they just want to flip the bird at the Italians again for not holding the Southern Borders?

Germans make the best soups...I miss those soups...and the wine.

Next up: World's record bucket-o-beer. Made in Venice.

50 METERS?

That can't be right. More like 500 meters at least, if all the pasta you see on the table belongs to one long strand.

Good catch, Net.
It's at least 500 meters. There are 7 rows of pasta. The table looks to be about 5 meters long at least. Maybe even as much as ten. Hard to tell with the forshortening. And I can count at least a dozen strands of noodles in each row. I bet it's more like 20 per row.
7x5x12=420 meters (conservatively)
7x10x20=1400 meters (stretching it)

I bet it's about 700 meters.

Yeah right Lumberjim...
just some missunderstandings...
I'm not living in UK but in Brussels Belgium and no skiing (I'd love to but we have over 15 celcius over here) but real running through a big forest.
I ambushed a chinese take-away and got me some fried shrimps and some pork with rice... Yummmmi
Feel free to ask further details about my bowel movement (looked it up in my dictionnary, strange word, but I didn't want to use shit) and how I slept...

The poor kid at the front of the photo, his gloves are way to big for him. You would think they could have organised a smaller pair of gloves for him to wear. It looks like he is concentrating so so hard not to drop his end of the pasta.

I believe it's called a noodle as it comes out of the machine. It's divided into a bunch of strands, but just one noodle. Don't argue with the pasta nazis.:p
By the kid's left hand is the end of one table and the beginning of the next.

Still there? I mean in Brussels... Do you know the Harry Canary Pub? And the Bock and Dragon? Just near Schuman... That's where I'm staying!
Have a lot of fun in a beautiful city!

It is, you're right. Well I live about 2 seconds from CInquantenaire. The big building made of red bricks and sand-stone : the Royal Military Academy. If tomorrow, you see some one running through the parc at 8 am it could be me

Heh - enjoy your run - I'll either be waiting at my bus stop, or already at work...I've always hated running - give me a concept2 any time, I prefer to do my exercise sitting down.

-- Timeless.

I, for one, only run when being chased.


...and not many people chase me.

I'm not that tall or that strong. I never was... So I learned to run and run fast. And by the way I'm on my way to become a recce-infanterist. It's my job to walk fast an to run. I love it. An women love my sexy atheltic legs and my butt hard as granit

What's a, "recce-infanterist"?

A little complicated... The luxembourgish army only has infantery. But we are such a small army that we can't just do normal infantery stuff. So we specialised in reconnaissance. And that's why I'm a recce-infanterist.

Heh - I didn't even realise that Luxembourg had an army! :P

-- Timeless.

There's this joke :
The luxembourgish PM is visiting the german chancellor and so they go and visit the crisis-center of the german government. And so they show the PM what they gonna do in case of war or catastrophies : attack by Poland engage 2 divisions, attack by Austria engage 1 division, attack by France engage this and that, and so... The PM is rather impressed and at the end of the visit he asks : "Take the hypothetical case that Luxembourg would attack Germany, what would you do?" So the germans go on looking for a plan but the computer finds nothing, they check all their maps and find nothing. Then one of them finds a piece of paper in a drawer. It says : In the case of an attack by Luxembourg engage the firefighters of Treves (small town on the luxembourgish-german border).

That would be too much pasta!!!

No, there can never be too much pasta.
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