When we found out CityGirl was going to be of the female persuasion, one of the first things I said when we got in the car after the midwife appointment was an excited, “I’m going to get an Easy-Bake Oven!”  The anticipation was intense.  But, there’s a reason…

When I was a little girl, I got an Easy-Bake Oven for Christmas one year.  I was SO excited.  I could not wait to make some baked goods with the heat from a 100-watt lightbulb.  It wasn’t just about baking, it was almost a science experiment at the same time, which was fun for me.  (Yeah, I was a weird kid.)  I put the little orange oven into my closet and daydreamed about the day I would get to use it for the first time.

This is what mine looked like.  I will never forget that orange plastic.

This is what mine looked like. I will never forget that orange plastic.

Not long after Christmas, I went to use my Easy-Bake Oven.  I pulled it out and then went to get the instruction manual so I would know what to do.  (I still have a thing about reading the instructions for things even when I know what I’m doing.  I got the engineering gene from Dad and can basically reverse-engineer almost anything.  So it’s not like I *need* the instructions, I just like knowing they are there.)  One problem – the instructions were no where to be found.

At this point, we had a housekeeper who came in once or twice a month to clean our house.  Best I can figure, she accidentally threw away my instruction booklet.  It was there one day and then she came to clean and it was gone.  I had no idea what to do with my little orange plastic oven.  I was mortified.

Being the rational young kid that I was (SisterFriend, stop laughing), I decided to write to the company and ask for a new instruction booklet.  So that’s what I did – in crayon.  I waited and waited, yet my instruction booklet never came.  (Is your heart breaking yet?  No?  What are you, made of STONE?!)

I mourned the uselessness of my Easy-Bake Oven.  Time passed, and I would walk by displays for the wonderful toy at the store and sigh wistfully.  Years passed and I yearned for a daughter, who would give me an excuse to buy this fantastic little plastic oven and give me back my chance to actually USE one.

The other day, we were spending time at our friend’s house.  The kids were playing outside and I put BittyGirl down for a nap.  When I walked outside, there, sitting on the front steps in front of me, was an Easy-Bake Oven.  SuperDad looked at me and said, “Hey, look what it is!”  Instead of snatching the thing up and yelling, “MINE!” like I wanted to do, I just nodded and said, “Yeah, that’s cool.”  Our friend said, “So your husband just told me this sob story about you and an Easy-Bake Oven…  That’s for you.”  SuperDad said he was hoping for more of a reaction out of me and I told him I hadn’t wanted to ASSUME it was for me.  But when I got confirmation, I jumped up and down like a little girl and squeeled.

They sure have come a long way in 20 years, don't you think?

They sure have come a long way in 20 years, don't you think?

Last night, CityGirl was asking to use it.  I opened up the box, checked to make sure there was a lightbulb in it… and realized there was no instruction booklet.  Thank God for the internet. There was also no tiny little cake pans, but I know they sell replacement ones so we’ll go pick those up later this week.

The point is, I’VE GOT AN EASY-BAKE OVEN!  WOO HOO!!!  Uh, er, I mean… CITYGIRL GOT AN EASY-BAKE OVEN!  WOO HOO!!!  😀

Edited to add: Even more reason to thank God for the internet!  The friend who gave us the Easy-Bake Oven saw my blog post and informed me that she has the pans for it at her house.  Most excellent.  🙂

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