I wanted an easy bake oven when I was little. My parents wouldn’t get me one becuase it was “girly” or “gay” or something. I didn’t know that wanting to make food was gay.
But it’s OK, I’m now a happily married guy in his 40’s who rides his big motorcycle to the grocery store on weekends to get those few missing ingredients I need so I can cook for my wife and kid. Unless I’m making cookies, those seem to end up being eaten by the neighborhood kids, in addition to my wife and kid.
I wanted an easy bake oven when I was little. My parents wouldn’t get me one becuase it was “girly” or “gay” or something. I didn’t know that wanting to make food was gay.
But it’s OK, I’m now a happily married guy in his 40’s who rides his big motorcycle to the grocery store on weekends to get those few missing ingredients I need so I can cook for my wife and kid. Unless I’m making cookies, those seem to end up being eaten by the neighborhood kids, in addition to my wife and kid.
I had a creepy crawler oven. I think it was the same thing. You just made rubber bugs instead of muffins or whatever.