Walden Cabin: Observations typed on an old Underwood

The Teletubby Mishap
Monday, October 22, 2001

Picture this: It's Saturday night. Suzy and I had spent all day in the bathroom -- painting. After a quick supper I was in Jasper's room getting him settled in bed. It was only 7:30 PM. Suzy and I had three movies and a whole evening ahead of us after a hard day and a tough week of having our house torn apart in renovations. At about hour five of priming, scraping and painting we had decided to settle in for the evening with a crisp -- apple and blueberry with an oat crust and some real whipped cream, a good glass of Gurwerstraminer as a sharp chaser.

Then, suddenly, all hell broke loose. It started with a gutteral cuss from the kitchen: "Damn, Stuart!". Then the smoke alarm went off, followed closely by the house alarm (wired to the smoke detector). Then the phone calls from the fire department and police, and the cries from a very upset Jasper. Our evening calm was shattered.

In my haste, in a moment of weakness, I had packed the oven with bowls of vegetables and fruit to clear the countertops for the kitchen renovation two days earlier. I'd forgotten to tell Suzy as she pre-heated to 350F for our crisp. So when the wax on the turnip melted and smoked we were in a mess. I spent a half hour waving a newspaper by the smoke detector (not battery operated!), while Suzy comforted Jasper and took the calls from the fire department. The house alarm must have gone off four times within an hour.

When the smoke cleared, I opened the oven to survey the damage; two bowls of fruit and vegetables, and Tinky Winky on top facing the flames. Our gas range was turned into a Teletubby crematorium! Maybe the stresses of the last few weeks since September 11 have gotten to even the most affable and carefree friends. The thing is, I really don't remember Tinky Winky being there when I put that fruit in the oven. And his prostate pose leads me to believe it may have been an attempt at escape from this world. The good news is, he's OK. He didn't end up crisp, and we had ours later the same evening.

posted by Stuart Hickox | 9:25 PM



	The Teletubby Mishap Monday, October 22, 2001 Picture this: It's Saturday night. Suzy and I had spent all day in the bathroom -- painting. After a quick supper I was in Jasper's room getting him settled in bed. It was only 7:30 PM. Suzy and I had three movies and a whole evening ahead of us after a hard day and a tough week of having our house torn apart in renovations. At about hour five of priming, scraping and painting we had decided to settle in for the evening with a crisp -- apple and blueberry with an oat crust and some real whipped cream, a good glass of Gurwerstraminer as a sharp chaser. Then, suddenly, all hell broke loose. It started with a gutteral cuss from the kitchen: "Damn, Stuart!". Then the smoke alarm went off, followed closely by the house alarm (wired to the smoke detector). Then the phone calls from the fire department and police, and the cries from a very upset Jasper. Our evening calm was shattered. In my haste, in a moment of weakness, I had packed the oven with bowls of vegetables and fruit to clear the countertops for the kitchen renovation two days earlier. I'd forgotten to tell Suzy as she pre-heated to 350F for our crisp. So when the wax on the turnip melted and smoked we were in a mess. I spent a half hour waving a newspaper by the smoke detector (not battery operated!), while Suzy comforted Jasper and took the calls from the fire department. The house alarm must have gone off four times within an hour. When the smoke cleared, I opened the oven to survey the damage; two bowls of fruit and vegetables, and Tinky Winky on top facing the flames. Our gas range was turned into a Teletubby crematorium! Maybe the stresses of the last few weeks since September 11 have gotten to even the most affable and carefree friends. The thing is, I really don't remember Tinky Winky being there when I put that fruit in the oven. And his prostate pose leads me to believe it may have been an attempt at escape from this world. The good news is, he's OK. He didn't end up crisp, and we had ours later the same evening. posted by Stuart Hickox \| 9:25 PM				(10.22.2001) Teletubby Mishap Don't worry. He(?)'s OK. Gram's Walden Cabin Pickles The secret family recipe revealed. Get it here. Bedouin Boys Out there, in the desert, they keep watch, and serve tea. See The Soothing Hammam, from Syria. >> See the full photo. >>See previous cover photos. << Larger photo >> (09.27.2001) Joe, that's who. Charlottetown, 1979, with Valerie (left) and Stuart Hickox. See Me and Joe Who Jasper is live on Jasper Cam most mornings and in the early afternoon. Keep an eye on the toy box! Updated - September 12, 2001 Head for the Hills of Prince Edward Island Walden Cabin >> "I went to the woods because I wanted to live deliberately, to front the essential facts of life and to see if I could learn what they had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived." Henry David Thoreau (1817-1862) Walden; Or Life in the Woods (08.21) Walden Cabin is a publishing creation of Accolade Intermedia, an Ottawa-based communications company that specializes in content-rich Web products. www.accolade.ca >>
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