Thursday, June 12, 2008
Easy Bake Oven
Gail Thompson had an Easy Bake Oven. Why I was so enthralled with something cooked with a 40 watt light bulb is beyond me. All the cakes tasted the same...a slight indistinguishable spice flavour.
The Thompsons lived across the street and down a few houses. They were an odd family. All very pale, each one having a curious shade of red hair, no two alike. They had a very pale coloured Pomeranian dog who was a biter. The dog's name was "Pommy". The Thompsons were the least original people I have ever known. There was also a strange man who lived with them, in a room on the main floor. His name was "Mr. Howard". I never figured out how, or even if, he was related to the family. Perhaps he was a lodger. Odd, but in those days you didn't ask and you were not told, you just went to Gail's and ate Easy Bake cakes. That was the only way Gail could get kids to go to her house. Then, as now, I was a total sucker for cake!
I wasn't allowed to have an Easy Bake Oven. My mother thought that it was a ridiculous thing and said you'd probably end up with worms if you ate those wretched cake mixes anyway. My mother never used cake mixes. She was the queen of chocolate cakes, from scratch. Always in fear of getting a dose of worm medicine which came in powder form, wrapped in folded pink paper squares, I never told when I had been to Gail's.
I wonder what Gail is baking now? More importantly, I wonder if she reads my blog?