I was excited when Jaelyn asked for an Easy Bake Oven. I was even more excited when his Grandma bought him one.
After Jaelyn opened the gift, he started promising everyone delicious treats. “I’ll bake a cake for Jenna, brownies for Jace and I’ll bake Mommy cookies!” Do you see why I was excited? Cookies get me everytime.
The first thing he said to me this morning was, “can we bake using my Easy Bake Oven today?” I never turn down cookies.
I opened the box and pulled the oven out. It was so cute, much cuter than my old Easy Bake Oven. Jaelyn and I read the instructions together. Every new step brought a new level of excitement. I think in his head he was screaming, “lets bake these cookies, bitch!” I know I was.
We went to work. Preheated the oven, measured out water, formed dough balls, flatten said dough balls, and slid them suckers in the oven. The instructions said to bake the cookies for 9 minutes. We set a timer.
During the 9 minutes of bake time, Jaelyn was clearly on edge. He kept checking the timer, talking about the cookies and saying how he couldn’t wait to bake cakes. “Do you think it will have frosting? I like frosting, they should have frosting.”
When the timer went off he flew into the kitchen screaming, “COOKIES ARE READY!” I had to remind him they needed to be pushed into the cooling chamber for a 5 minute cool down period. He wasn’t impressed and Mommy wasn’t either. I was ready to eat my share of heat lamp cooked cookies but directions said we couldn’t. My old Easy Bake Oven didn’t have a cooling chamber, why did this one need it? Whatever.
When the 5 minute timer went off he was more excited than before and so was Mommy. We got our little purple wand and pulled the tray of cookies out….
“What the heck happened?” Jaelyn asked.
I replied, “I don’t know, we followed the directions.”
Jaelyn and I had a good laugh, compared our final product to the picture. I declined my share of cookies and gave them all to him.
He sat down at the kitchen table and started to eat his creation. I heard him talking to himself, “oh boy, what did I get myself into? The cake will be better, I never really liked cookies anyway.”