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w July 19, 2007


I'm sure we've all had multiple occasions wherein this happens: something from our childhood or adolescence that still holds sway somewhere in the deep, dark recesses of our mind ends up losing a great deal of its lustre, and with it, a tiny bit of the aforementioned time in our lives. I have had a few of these recently, although arguably I have also had the opposite happen through various discoveries of my girls, but that's another post. And oh, gentle readers, you will get that post. Of course. I know you are all just dying to hear about Heather reliving childhood by playing Barbie or My Little Pony or Strawberry Shortcake, etc. Dying.

Anyway, I just saw this article today, and it was a bit much for only one cup of coffee. Easy-Bake Ovens a burn hazard? The toy that, throughout much of my admittedly eccentric childhood, I *craved*? It took me a while to realize that my mad desire for this toy (and, might I say, the consistent deprivation of said) has finally manifested itself in my love of the kitchen and food and cookbooks and all accompanying variations, which is nice. But...it's no Easy-Bake Oven. And now it looks like I just can't have one.

"For" the girls. For "them". That's what I mean.

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