Friday, 24 December 2010
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Monday, 20 December 2010
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Christmas Sneaky Peek #1
Friday, 17 December 2010
14
I'm going to cease Christmas Crafting with immediate effect and just give you my autograph. You're welcome.
Last night I was asked to participate in the BBC's Good Morning Scotland radio programme and despite my extreme nerves (and after much cajoling by my friends on Twitter), I agreed. Get me and my big britches. I was picked up early this morning, whisked to the studio and they even let me in. I wasn't sure that last bit was actually going to happen.
That is 'my' studio to the right. In the lefthand studio was non other than Alistair Darling. I can't be entirely sure (as I was on-air at the time) if he was also being interview about Christmas Crafting, but probably.
It was very kind of the gentleman in reception to endulge my dorkiness and take my picture but he's probably used to it (no doubt Alistair Darling asked him too). He also turned a blind eye to me spilling coffee and gave me a last minute pep talk to calm my nerves before prepping me on the booth and how it worked. Unfortunately he assumed people being asked to speak on the radio would have a basic level of intelligence and failed to tell me I'd need to put the head phones on. Good thing I popped my head out with seconds to spare to confirm, or this interview never would have happened.

So here we go then. People in the UK who want to listen, the show can be found here. Obviously I'd recommend listening to the entire three hour programme because it's very reputable with a high caliber of guests but if you just want to listen to just me it starts at the 1:46.40 mark.
Poor, sad non-UK folk won't be able to listen to the iPlayer* but if you want a transcript it's something like this:
Them: (Question?)
Me: Ehhhh.
Them: (Question?)
Me: Hmmm.
Them: (Question?)
Me: Emmm.
*EDITED TO ADD: Lyn in America has said she did manage to listen! And here's how:
"I started the regular player and when I tried to go to the play position you listed it said "not enough bandwidth." I switched to the low bandwidth version (lower left of the player) and it played fine."
That is 'my' studio to the right. In the lefthand studio was non other than Alistair Darling. I can't be entirely sure (as I was on-air at the time) if he was also being interview about Christmas Crafting, but probably.
It was very kind of the gentleman in reception to endulge my dorkiness and take my picture but he's probably used to it (no doubt Alistair Darling asked him too). He also turned a blind eye to me spilling coffee and gave me a last minute pep talk to calm my nerves before prepping me on the booth and how it worked. Unfortunately he assumed people being asked to speak on the radio would have a basic level of intelligence and failed to tell me I'd need to put the head phones on. Good thing I popped my head out with seconds to spare to confirm, or this interview never would have happened.

So here we go then. People in the UK who want to listen, the show can be found here. Obviously I'd recommend listening to the entire three hour programme because it's very reputable with a high caliber of guests but if you just want to listen to just me it starts at the 1:46.40 mark.
Poor, sad non-UK folk won't be able to listen to the iPlayer* but if you want a transcript it's something like this:
Them: (Question?)
Me: Ehhhh.
Them: (Question?)
Me: Hmmm.
Them: (Question?)
Me: Emmm.
*EDITED TO ADD: Lyn in America has said she did manage to listen! And here's how:
"I started the regular player and when I tried to go to the play position you listed it said "not enough bandwidth." I switched to the low bandwidth version (lower left of the player) and it played fine."
Wednesday, 15 December 2010
12
One of the problems I find with making everyone's gifts (other than lack of time) is that I want to keep everything for myself. But to keep these oven mitts would be the height of perversion and covetousness.
Exhibit One: A bemused expression denoting an unfamiliarity with the concept of oven gloves.
Exhibit Two: An incredulity of putting hands into things and then using them to grab hot things.

Exhibit Three: A post from the annals of Toddler Jamie wearing oven gloves as slippers. I rest my case, Your Honour.
It's not that I am a terrible baker, or that 50% of my kids have a raw food diet (both which are true), but that we haven't had a functional oven in eight months, perhaps even longer. It isn't entirely unusable. But it only has one temperature and that setting is called 'Burn'. By opening and shutting the door to try to regulate the temp (and mitigate the burning), I can heat things up but anything involving precise temperatures or longer than twenty minutes is out.
Oven disobedience nonwithstanding, I would be a terrific baker if I had oven gloves like this. I can feel it in me bones.
And they're reversible. So I'd be two times as awesome.
Thanks a lot, friends and family. Making your gifts is making me sad.
One of the problems I find with making everyone's gifts (other than lack of time) is that I want to keep everything for myself. But to keep these oven mitts would be the height of perversion and covetousness.
'What are these crazy things?'
Exhibit One: A bemused expression denoting an unfamiliarity with the concept of oven gloves.
'So you reach out... and grab things?'
Exhibit Two: An incredulity of putting hands into things and then using them to grab hot things.
Exhibit Three: A post from the annals of Toddler Jamie wearing oven gloves as slippers. I rest my case, Your Honour.
It's not that I am a terrible baker, or that 50% of my kids have a raw food diet (both which are true), but that we haven't had a functional oven in eight months, perhaps even longer. It isn't entirely unusable. But it only has one temperature and that setting is called 'Burn'. By opening and shutting the door to try to regulate the temp (and mitigate the burning), I can heat things up but anything involving precise temperatures or longer than twenty minutes is out.
Oven disobedience nonwithstanding, I would be a terrific baker if I had oven gloves like this. I can feel it in me bones.
And they're reversible. So I'd be two times as awesome.
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