A moment of silence, please. Easy-Bake Oven is celebrating its 35th year. That makes the one I got in 1967 a collectible. It just makes me old.
But not too old to forget that Easy-Bake of 30 years ago. It looked nothing like the family stove, a white behemoth that you lighted by gingerly sticking a match somewhere deep into its recesses and hoping for the best. (For years, the neighbors thought singed eyebrows ran in our family.)
By contrast, the Easy-Bake used a light bulb. Efficient, yes, but a pale comparison to the drama offered by the exploding oven of my youth. I can still hear my mother, following manufacturers' warnings, repeatedly telling me to be careful with the Easy-Bake: "It's not a toy. You could hurt yourself." Then she would head for the kitchen, lighted match in hand.