Comments on: “Easy-Bake” My Butt: A Cooking Guide to Every Mother’s Worst Nightmare

By: Lanie

Lanie — Sat, 14 May 2011 17:53:59 +0000

Uhh Easy Bakes I dont see why they call them that because they are not easy for them to come out right you have to add more then the instructions say. Why not just learn how to cook in a real kitchen.

By: Suzanne (Crunchy green Mom)

Suzanne (Crunchy green Mom) — Tue, 19 Jan 2010 21:45:45 +0000

Bahahahaha! I can see her “losing” it!

Tooooo funny!

By: serf 'rett

serf 'rett — Sat, 16 Jan 2010 15:03:31 +0000

Memories of sister’s Easy Bake led to my forbidding the entrance of the device in our home. You hit most of the high points – must have gold coin to buy mixes, water is just the starter of what the mix needs, low volume production, cakes/cookies don’t really cook they are petrified during the eons of waiting. The only thing you missed was the taste of the end product could choke a goat (unless you added more than water).
Ditch the EB and reduce the counseling cost.

By: Liz

Liz — Fri, 15 Jan 2010 02:53:58 +0000

East Bake Ovens Suck! Ours is happily with another family driving some other mother crazy.

By: Lei

Lei — Thu, 14 Jan 2010 04:11:29 +0000

ROFL!!!!!!!!!!!!! I got one for my oldest daughter when she was 5, too! Worst mistake of my life. Wait, scratch that, she got a Crazy Cookin set for Christma so the verdict is still out on “worst mistake of my life”. Why don’t I learn?

By: Amber Johnson

Amber Johnson — Tue, 12 Jan 2010 19:17:38 +0000

A child-sized sewing machine? I may have turned into a domestic goddess is my mom had given me one of those.

By: yvonne

yvonne — Tue, 12 Jan 2010 11:48:38 +0000

I never had one and never bought one for my kids. Sure sounds like I missed out on some fun ; )

By: Liz

Liz — Tue, 12 Jan 2010 06:04:55 +0000

Thank goodness I have boys! Wednesdays are homemade pizza night at our house. We buy pizza dough from Spinellis Market. My 3 year old son dons his chef hat and apron, grabs his roller, and makes his own pizza. He puts all sorts of things on it that he would never otherwise eat: pepperoni, red,green, yellow peppers, mushrooms, sausage. It’s the dinnertime highlight of the week.

By: MommyTime

MommyTime — Tue, 12 Jan 2010 02:29:35 +0000

I always wanted one of these as a child and could never figure out why my mother wouldn’t let me have one. She did get me a child-sized sewing machine, though, which was the best Christmas present I EVER got. EVER. So: learning to cook — in the real kitchen; learning to sew — on the little machine that couldn’t sew through my finger. Good choices, I think.

By: Mama Bird

Mama Bird — Mon, 11 Jan 2010 22:53:16 +0000

I love that you wrote about this. The Easy Bake Oven was my Red Ryder BB gun. Only, I never got one.

I begged and begged for one as a girl and was always sadly disappointed when year after year, I never got one. My mother always told me, “Why do you need that when you can cook with me in a *real* kitchen?” She obviously didn’t get it. I wanted *my own* kitchen to make fun little cakes and cookies I could decorate myself.

Once I knew I was becoming a mother to a little girl of my own, I knew I was going to make sure she had an Easy Bake Oven, if only so I could live out my childhood dreams with her. Since then, I’ve heard the stories of how horribly these things work, and how they taste just as bad. Now I’m wondering if I really will follow through with my plan, or just tell Reagan the same thing my mother told me: We can bake the real thing in a real kitchen. Perhaps mother was right all along.