Long Live The Easy-Bake Oven

One of my favorite and my most unforgettable birthday gifts was the Easy Bake Oven my brother gave to me -- when I turned 50 years old.

Let me explain...

Our mother is Polly Practical.  So when, as a younger person, I asked for an Easy Bake Oven she thought it would be more "practical' for me to just use her oven at home.  She explained that I could go to the store and buy some cake mix and cook it in her oven.

Bor-ring!

That hardly sounded like fun!  I wanted my own little oven and the cake mixes that went along with it.  But she was the adult, and I never got an Easy Bake Oven.  I got plenty of other nice things, like other toys and a college education, so II don't hold this against her at all, but I'm just saying.  I never got the Easy Bake Oven until...

When I turned 50 years old, my bought me one! 

You can't imagine how happy I was.  Sure, I knew that I might never play with it the way I'd once envisioned, for by this time I did indeed have a home and an oven of my own, but still.  The fact remained that I had an Easy Bake Oven and I could die a happy woman.

Long live the Easy Bake Oven!

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