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Learning to cook - learning to cook for real, that is - necessarily requires experimentation. Experimentation, necessarily, results in failures.
In general, one should always have to eat one's failures, but I think that rule gets waived when melted plastic is involved.
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(Saturday, INT: Ellen's car, still night. EB is driving, JH is in the passenger seat)
EB: I'm surprised you had an Easy Bake Oven.
JH: Well, we weren't Mennonites. I did have a couple of toys that weren't handknitted Moses dolls.
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EB: Yeah, but I know you didn't have a sister. Your parents were okay with a boy having a toy oven?
JH: I've never really associated cooking with femininity. Yeah, Mom made the meals, but B is for baker, and he had a poofy white hat and a black moustache.
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EB: So you must have gone through mix packets like crazy.
JH: Never touched'em. I pretty much went straight to real cake batter, modified for the lower cooking time and space restrictions.
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EB: You know, if you're making your own batter, they might as well have just let you use the real oven.
JH: Well, the plastic one was easier to replace when I inevitably set it on fire.
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