You know you’ve had a privileged childhood when you’re biggest beef with your parents is that you never
got that EasyBake Oven you drooled over as a girl.
That’s right – an EasyBake Oven.
Even now when I see the modern equivalent, I find I am jealous, feeling somehow bereft, that I never had the chance as a girl child to cook real, albeit tiny, cakes to the heat of a light bulb.
How does that work, anyway?
And the really silly thing about this (well, several silly things, actually)?
1. I learned to cook from the women of my family on real stoves – way better any day than EasyBake.
2. If I really, really, really want an EasyBake Oven, I could certainly get one for myself now (of course, that wouldn’t be the same, but still).
3. The cakes were crap. We all know it. No matter how cool the pictures were on television, when all was said and done, what you were left with was really not much.
4. None of my friends (that I can remember) ever had an EasyBake Oven. So wherever the source of my childhood obsession resides, it isn’t in jealousy. What is it? I truly don’t know. The fact is, I just hate to admit that 50+ years later, I can still be swayed into a morass of emotions just by seeing a picture of, of all things, an EasyBake Oven (sigh). And I hate even more the very real possibility that it’s as simple as the power of advertising having planted this ridiculous desire in my heart.
What is an EasyBake Ovenless girl to do?
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NOTE: After another post on our church's FB page about our upcoming Sunday's Chocolate Communion service, I went to the FB page of Baraka Presbyterian Church (in Bethlehem) because they had 'liked' the Chocolate Communion post. And what did I see? In far away Bethlehem, where there is so much suffering, violence and trauma, the children in the nursery at the church there enjoy -- yes -- their very own EasyBake (well, maybe not the same brand) Oven. What a blessing! Thank you, Lord, that these children have space in which to laugh and play, live and love, worship and praise. Amen.
That’s right – an EasyBake Oven.
Even now when I see the modern equivalent, I find I am jealous, feeling somehow bereft, that I never had the chance as a girl child to cook real, albeit tiny, cakes to the heat of a light bulb.
How does that work, anyway?
And the really silly thing about this (well, several silly things, actually)?
1. I learned to cook from the women of my family on real stoves – way better any day than EasyBake.
2. If I really, really, really want an EasyBake Oven, I could certainly get one for myself now (of course, that wouldn’t be the same, but still).
3. The cakes were crap. We all know it. No matter how cool the pictures were on television, when all was said and done, what you were left with was really not much.
4. None of my friends (that I can remember) ever had an EasyBake Oven. So wherever the source of my childhood obsession resides, it isn’t in jealousy. What is it? I truly don’t know. The fact is, I just hate to admit that 50+ years later, I can still be swayed into a morass of emotions just by seeing a picture of, of all things, an EasyBake Oven (sigh). And I hate even more the very real possibility that it’s as simple as the power of advertising having planted this ridiculous desire in my heart.
What is an EasyBake Ovenless girl to do?
_________________
NOTE: After another post on our church's FB page about our upcoming Sunday's Chocolate Communion service, I went to the FB page of Baraka Presbyterian Church (in Bethlehem) because they had 'liked' the Chocolate Communion post. And what did I see? In far away Bethlehem, where there is so much suffering, violence and trauma, the children in the nursery at the church there enjoy -- yes -- their very own EasyBake (well, maybe not the same brand) Oven. What a blessing! Thank you, Lord, that these children have space in which to laugh and play, live and love, worship and praise. Amen.
You should go bake a cake. A real cake. In your real oven. AND THEN EAT IT! =)
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