# May 7th, 2007
Saturday Morning Kitchen
Now, I realise it’s Monday, not Saturday. So in lieu of SMK I present you with a one off “Monday, where’s my coffee, is it too early in the week to start procrastinating, review”.
For those of you who don’t have the BBC, Saturday Morning Kitchen is an informal cookery show with different guests each week. I don’t know why, but this show struck me as the kind of thing I wanted to do as a weekly blog. Not about cookery, necessarily. Just a chance to put in all those bits and pieces that don’t belong but I’d like to share into my blog.
I plan to do this weekly, I recommend you enjoy with coffee.
This past 10 days or so, since talking about California and Coffee, I have been in California with the future Mrs Turner. She’s nearly ready to graduate, I’m sure there is more than enough on her own blog about that. I’ll just share one funny moment at a reading she did last Monday at Mills College (all girls undergrads) where she studies. I was sitting next to Jeff, her brother. The presenter was asking in turn students, friends, family members and lastly boy and girl friends to raise their hands. I raised my hand. Jeff looked around and leaned over towards me to whisper “Matt, you’re the only guy with your hand up”.
Also Thursday Night. My world was rocked for the second time since being here by the organ at Oakland First Covenant Church. A real pipe organ. I will get the full details later, along with photos, but to sum up there are three manuals, a 32 note radiating pedal board, approximately 50 stops (I’ll have to count), 8 pistons for each manual including pedals, 8 general setting pistons duplicated above the pedals, as far as I can tell everything can be linked and there are are swell and choir expression pedals and a crescendo pedal which can be customised. It really does have all the bells and whistles and is so much fun to play.
I have struck a deal with the future Mrs Turner that if I get her a cello and lessons I can have an organ at home. This seems like a totally fair deal to me, though it might be a little while. First of all we have to get a home… oh, and a Bechstein!