“Have you
got any longer needles, love?”
“Longer than
what?”
“Well,
longer than the short ones.”
“Okay, let’s
have a look. I’ve got these ones.”
“Oh no, they’re
much too long.”
“How about
these, then?”
“But they’re
too short.”“What size did you want?”
“Well I need some that are longer than the ones I’ve got, but I don’t want them too long, but these ones are too short.”
“Can you see
any here that are longer than the ones you’ve got?”
“Ooh, I don’t
really know. You see the longer ones are longer than the short ones and the
ones I’ve got are too short.”
I kid you
not, this was a genuine conversation I had one day with a customer. She
eventually left with a packet of needles and didn’t bring them back, so they
must have been suitably longer than the short ones she already had.
I hope, by
now, that the locals are getting used to my somewhat warped sense of humour. I always
have a little chuckle to myself when I am able to bring my favourite quip out
for an airing.
“Do you sell
invisible thread?”
“Yes, it’s
there on the shelf. Can’t you see it?”
And then
there was the day when a customer walked in the shop and asked, “Do you have
googly eyes?” I couldn’t resist saying, “Well not every day. Some days I’m
okay.” Don’t you feel stupid when there is no answering smile or acknowledging laugh? I think I probably have a reputation of being
‘that slightly strange, but presumably harmless, batty woman in the wool shop.'
I was
watching Mary Berry on TV last week and marvelling how she describes things
like catering for dinner parties of 20 as being relaxing and ‘great fun’. I beg
to differ.
She demonstrates
‘easy & quick’ recipes and has all her ingredients carefully weighed out
ready into suitably-sized preparation bowls by her minions behind the scenes. It
takes about 3 minutes to complete the preparation of her wonderful pudding, in
her brilliantly clean, no clutter kitchen, which is the size of a small lecture
hall, and then she pops her creation into her sparkly, shiny oven. She can then delegate
all the resultant washing up to more minions who are happy to scrape out half a
meal’s worth of gunge left in the bowl, (because TV chefs never scrape the bowl out), whilst she relaxes with a cuppa.
During a
recent baking spree on my day off from Stitches, I couldn’t help comparing my
experience to Mary Berry’s.
1.
Find recipe book and clear space on kitchen
worktop.
2.
Scrape off previous blobs of cake mixture from
page, then hunt down ingredients.
3.
Locate required ingredients at back of cupboard,
ignoring expired sell by dates, whilst chucking out items whose sell by dates
really couldn’t be ignored due to health & safety regulations.
4.
Dig out kitchen scales and laboriously weigh out
everything, failing miserably to locate suitably sized prep bowls.
5.
Wipe down all kitchen surfaces again, which are
now covered in flour dust and sugar fallout.
6.
Check which tins are required to bake fabulous
creation in. “It needs a what?” “I’m sure I used to have one of those.”
7.
Down on knees, ferret in back of long-forgotten
cupboard, drag out what looks and feels like right shape and size.
8.
Peer dubiously at neglected surface of said tin.
Blow tentatively at it. Remove spectacles, wipe vigorously on tea towel.
Replace spectacles.
9.
Accept guiltily that, yes, that peculiar marking
on tin could well be rust.
10. Fill
washing up bowl with hot, soapy water.
11. Root
around under kitchen sink to find Brillo pad and rubber gloves.
12. Scrub diligently at offending marks until
satisfied that the danger to health and imminent trip to A & E department has
been eliminated.
13. Rinse
and dry tin.
14. Wash
bowl and draining board to remove Brillo pad splashes and fallout.
15. Refer
back to recipe. “Line tin.” **Sigh**
16. Ferret
about in kitchen drawer for greaseproof paper, locate pencil, draw round tin,
now then …. where are those scissors?
17. Grease
beautifully, painstakingly lined tin. Realise you need two of these.
18. Repeat.
19. Now
do Mary Berry impression and tip everything into bowl, then mix.
20. Forget
to preheat oven. Well, I’ve been a bit busy.
21. Place
prepared creation into not so sparkly and shiny, but by now, preheated oven.
22. Stand
back, look at mess in kitchen and piles of washing up in sink.
23. Reflect
on how relaxing and ‘great fun’ it was.
24. Make
determined resolution to get back into baking more regularly.
25. Recall
how nice Asda ready made rhubarb pies are.