I quickly posted about this over on my site, but had to spit out a few more graphs about it over on EoT.
You see, I’m a guys guy. I have one brother and enjoy thinks like football, beer and meat. I don’t do dolls. I don’t do dress up. I don’t do let’s put make-up on daddy’s face.
What I do, do, is bake — Easy Oven that is.
You see, I have two daughters (unlike some of the other EoTers). My house is always in the pink and not the blue. I’m convinced that our fish (when it was kicking) was female. With that being said, my girls have me wrapped around their finger — big time. So when it comes to hook my oldest up with her Easy Bake oven, daddy had to go find the right light bulb.
Being the eco-mind that I am (not), I only had those green friendly bulbs in the house. Now, as any chick who has done the Easy Bake Oven thing will tell you, a certain bulb is needed.
I searched high and low for the damn thing with no luck. Every store I went to — with the exception of Home Depot as I avoid that place like the plague, knowing it’ll cost me $100 EASY — didn’t have what I needed. However, mom came through with the right bulb, because afterall, she once was the proud owner of an Easy Bake Oven.
So last night’s project (since I’ve had a zillion of them since Christmas toys started to be opened), was the Easy Bake.
I found the entire process pretty interesting. Now, I’m sure that the cake batter is made with some nuclear, spongy type subsctance that’ll give me cancer in 20 years, but it did the trick. We slapped that bad boy in the light nuked tray and in 15 minutes, out came a mini cake.
The girls were trilled. I got a big hug and kiss.
The cake sucked, but hey, to me, I consider this a win.
