If I had to pick a song to call my "theme tune", I'd have to pick Mah Na Mah Na. This is a great theme tune, because it can be altered to fit any situation. For example, when baking a batch of banana bread, I twirl about the kitchen singing "Ba na na na, doo doo dee doo doo". I baked my first bread at the tender age of five, a lumpen mass that was anything but tender. The bread, not me. With trademark lack of forethought, I decided to make a batch of ginger bread on a cold, rainy day. After all, I'd seen my mother do it tons of times, with delicious results. Ah, to be a minimally-supervised child in the 80s. Anyway, I mixed up quantities of flour, ginger, water, and baking soda in a mini loaf pan, and stuck it in the toaster oven to bake. Shockingly, instead of a fragrant, poufy gingerbread, I had made a hard slab more suitable for a masonry project than afternoon tea. However! As a reward for not burning the house down, my mother helped me to make a tasty batch of banana bread, and simultaneously had the brilliant idea that I should enter my bread experiment in the elementary school science fair. So I entered the fair with a project titled "The Importance of Following Directions", a key concept in both science and knitting. As exhibits, I offered my ill-fated ginger bread as an example of the repercussions of making it up as you go along, and my mother's banana bread as an example of the rewards of following directions. The judges seemed to like it (or at least enjoyed the banana bread samples) and I went home with the blue ribbon. Now I could say that this science fair experience encouraged me to continue on to be a scientist and to get a PhD, but that would be disingenuous. I became a scientist because of all the hot guys. I do make a good deal of banana bread, however, and I follow the directions every time.