Today is National Easy Bake Oven Day. Easy Bake Ovens were cute little gadgets styled to look like a small stove with oven. As I recall, the heat source was a light bulb and you could really bake cakes and cookies in cute little pans. And they were edible (the cakes, not the ovens). I suspect that my mother gave me an Easy Bake oven for Christmas when I was 9 or 10, in hopes that it would keep me from doing serious damage to myself in the real kitchen. I may have mentioned a time or two that coordination was not my strong suit as a child. My mother had reason to be concerned. As I entered my teens and tentatively entered the kitchen I managed to burn my arm on a very hot pressure cooker, and stick my finger in a cake that I was supposed to be lightly tapping to test for doneness, burning it on the inside bottom of the pan. My kitchen duties typically involved less dangerous pursuits like setting the table and washing dishes. Well, less dangerous to me anyway. I did manage to drop and break five plates at once, when carrying them to the table. These days I have a great fondness for Corelle Ware. When I asked my mother if I would ever be able to cook she said "Yes, you know what good food tastes like, and when the time comes you will be able to cook it." Happily, she was right.
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