I watched Mike Bouman pour ingredients -- salt, baking powder?, stuff -- into two bowls that could also be buckets. He dipped a spoon into a box of some powdery stuff, lifted it a few inches, used his finger to remove the excess, and dropped the powdery stuff into a bowl. While standing at the prep desk, he consulted a cookbook and knocked out a rhythm with his knuckles on the table top.

I wonder what song was on his mind.