Wednesday, December 9, 2020

Robert St. John: Easy Bake Oven 2020

This week's recipe: Italian Cream Cake

 

Two days ago, a friend made a Facebook post that referenced the Christmas section of the old Sears Catalogue that used to come out once a year. The release of the Sears Christmas Wish Book was a momentous event every fall. I couldn’t tell you what any of my first-grade readers looked like, but I can still recall almost every page and item of the toy section of the Sears Catalogue.

Christmases past hold a strong place in my memory. There were certain traditions that were observed in my childhood, that are absent from my current family Christmases. My brother and I were huge fans of tinsel and took great delight in throwing gobs of icicles on our tree in an indiscriminate manner. The end result wasn’t always the prettiest tree on the block, but it was shiny. My wife doesn’t do tinsel, and I miss it.

 

The Chipmunks Christmas album was always a mainstay on the turntable during the season. It drove my grandfather crazy, and he hid it from us often, but my brother and I always found it and cranked it up as loud as we could in retaliation. No one in my house these days appreciates the unique holiday stylings of David Seville and the Chipmunks.

 

Looking back on childhood Christmas gifts there are a few that I specifically remember— for better or worse— from those early days. Santa Claus left a ventriloquist dummy by the fireplace in the early 1970s. I remember that present more for the creepiness of it. I received a BB gun in elementary school, a shotgun when I was in junior high, and several bikes through the years. I’ve been gifted neckties (though I never wear them), socks (though I rarely put them on), and sweaters that would win the grand prize at any ugly sweater Christmas party.

 

There was a lot of good music gifted to me throughout the years and I still own many of those albums. But the one present that stands alone in my memory. The one that comes to my mind instantly when asked, “What was the most memorable Christmas present you ever received?” arrived 53 years ago.

 

In 1967, I asked for, and received, an Easy Bake Oven for Christmas. It is, by far, the most memorable Christmas gift I ever received. If someone were to ever make a Citizen Kane-style movie of my life, that Easy Bake Oven would be my Rosebud.

 

That Christmas would have been the last one we celebrated while my father was still alive. No one knew that December, but our lives would change forever just three months later. I don’t know if my father scoffed when I asked Santa for an Easy Bake Oven, I like to think he didn’t. No one has ever told me that he did. The point is, he bought it, and I opened it up on Christmas morning.

 

In the 1960s, the only men who worked in kitchens were stuffy French chefs and short-order diner cooks. I think my brother got a BB Gun that year and took great delight giving me a hard time about playing with what he considered a “girl’s toy.” Though I will note that most of the time he was giving me grief, he was doing so with his mouth full of tiny cakes, cookies, and pizza that came from the Easy Bake Oven.

 

It was a mid-60s, aqua-colored, Easy Bake Oven and it cooked foods using the heat of a 100-watt lightbulb. It was a blast. GI Joe spent a few years playing second fiddle to that toy oven.

 

A few years ago, Hasbro made an Easy-Bake style oven that was geared to boys. They named it a Queasy Bake Cookerator. It flopped. I would imagine any cooking toy with the word “queasy” in it would have a hard time selling.

 

Twenty years ago I gave my daughter an Easy Bake Oven for Christmas. It was one of the last presents my daughter opened that Christmas morning. She was eager to begin baking as soon as she opened the box, but we didn't have a 100-watt lightbulb in the house. After a quick trip to the 24-hour drugstore, and an even quicker look at the instructions, she plugged it in. We made a yellow cake with chocolate icing. I can safely say that it was the highlight of my holidays that year.

That little cake was one of the best I had ever eaten. Not because of the quality of the Hasbro Toy Company's cake and icing. Not because of the size of the finished product (it could be eaten in a good three or four bites), but because of the sheer joy and complete adulation shown by my daughter as we made a miniature cake cooked by the heat of a light bulb, by the light of our Christmas tree, on the floor of our den.

 

I don’t know if they even make Easy Bake Ovens anymore. My daughter’s old Easy Bake Oven didn’t use a light bulb. There was a heating element in there somewhere. Maybe they did that for safety reasons. It was probably because of the odor that is created when a light bulb is used to cook a packet of cheap cake mix. There was always a distinct smell— not a good or bad smell, just different— of Easy Bake Oven food. It’s akin to a banana popsicle, which tastes like something, just not banana.

 

I have always loved food. I like cooking it, eating it, talking about it, and writing about it. My Easy Bake phase only lasted a year or so. I eventually started hanging around my two grandmothers and the ladies of my neighborhood and watching them cook. My culinary inspiration these days comes from those ladies, not so much from the toy oven I received from Santa.

 

Flash back to the opening night of my first restaurant in 1987, we fired our chef. I was one of the next men up. The extent of my cooking ability as a 26-year-old, about-to-be-chef was that I had ask for, and received, that Easy Bake Oven when I was six years old. It all worked out.

 

For years, that Easy Bake Oven sat in my office, high on a shelf in the corner, next to a giant lava lamp and some type of trophy. Two years ago, the Mississippi Arts Experience Museum in Meridian, Mississippi asked for the Easy Bake Oven to add to my little corner of their exhibit of culinary Mississippians. It’s there today. Maybe it will stand as a reminder to others that one can achieve success in life— and in a career— despite the world’s labels and norms, as long as the passion is there.  

 

Onward.

 

 

Italian Cream Cake

1 cup               Butter, softened
2 cups              Sugar
5 large                         Eggs, separated
2  1 /2 cups      All-purpose flour
1 tsp                Baking soda
1 cup               Buttermilk
2 /3 cup           pecans, finely chopped
1 tsp                Vanilla extract
1 can               Flaked coconut (3 1 /2 oz.)
1 /2 tsp            Cream of Tartar
3 Tbl               Grand Marnier
1 recipe           Cream Cheese Frosting

Grease and flour three nine-inch round cake pans.  Line pans with wax paper;
grease paper, and set aside. 

 

Beat butter at medium speed of an electric mixer until creamy; gradually add sugar, beating well.  Add egg yolks, one at a time, beating after each addition.  Combine flour and baking soda.  Add buttermilk and flour alternately, beginning and ending with flour mixture.  Stir in pecans, vanilla, and coconut. 

 

Beat egg whites at high speed in a large bowl until foamy.  Add cream of tartar; beat until
stiff peaks form. Gently fold beaten egg whites into batter. Pour batter into prepared pans. 

 

Bake at 350 degrees for 25 or 30 minutes or until a wooden pick inserted in center comes out clean.  Let cool in pans 10 minutes, remove from pans; peel off wax paper; and let cool completely on wire racks.  Brush each cake layer with 1 tablespoon Grand Marnier.  Let stand 10 minutes.  Spread cream cheese frosting between layers and on sides and top of cake.

Cream Cheese Frosting


1 (8 oz.) pkg    Cream cheese, softened
1 (3 oz.) pkg    Cream cheese, softened
3 /4 cup           Butter, softened
1  1 /2              Powdered sugar, sifted
1 1 /2 cups       Pecans, chopped
1 Tbl               Vanilla extract

Beat first three ingredients at medium speed of electric mixer until smooth.
Gradually add powdered sugar, beating until light and fluffy; stir in pecans
and vanilla.

 

From the cookbook: Deep South Staples or How To Survive In A Southern Kitchen Without A Can of Cream of Mushroom Soup by Robert St. John

 

14 comments:

Anonymous said...

Can you make the COVID increase aka MS Dep Health can’t count fiasco post now? That will be much more interesting conversation

Anonymous said...

I remember my younger sister getting one of these for Christmas. She would have been about 10 years old. Never had a pizza out of one, but the cakes were quite good. I also remember that plasticy smell as the oven got hot from the bulb. Still amazing those things didn't catch on fire.

Anonymous said...

When I was a wee lad, when I looked at a Sears catalog, it wasnt for easy bake ovens, #gnomesayin

Anonymous said...

I got an Easy Bake Oven for Christmas in about 1964 and made all kinds of cakes and cookies for my two brothers and myself. When I was about 4 years old, Santa left me a doll that was taller than I was which was a huge hit with the other little girls in the neighborhood. We used her as our school teacher with a ruler and a pencil taped to her hands. Then there were the Chatty Kathy and other talking dolls, and Barbie dolls. Good Boomer memories. Makes me wonder if today's kids will wax philosophical about their video games and water blaster guns 60 years from now.

Fan Dango said...

The only thing I ogled more than the toy section of the Christmas catalogue was the 'ladies' section of the big catalogue. 70s era soft porn, it was.

Anonymous said...

@12:28 I'd take playing NFL Blitz, Mario Kart or the original Halo with a group of friends over playing with a big, creepy doll made to resemble a teacher any day.

Anonymous said...

" The only thing I ogled more than the toy section of the Christmas catalogue was the 'ladies' section of the big catalogue. 70s era soft porn, it was."

AMEN Fan Dango !

I too memorized every page of the Sears Christmas catalogue's boy's toy section.

But that Spring/Summer catalogue was almost as good as Dad's playboy stash . . . (which I had discovered in his "storeroom").



Anonymous said...

Im excited to try this Italian Creme Cake recipe, so thanks!

Anonymous said...

One of my sisters had an easybake. I think hers was metal. Thin and wobbly, but metal. She cooked a lot of good stuff in her oven and we happily ate everything she cooked. She still makes a pretty tasty Sock-it-to-me cake. I doubt that one was ever an easybake mix.

As a young lad in the early 1950s, some of the most serious (heck, it was absolutely the most serious) work I ever did was to carefully inspect every page of the boys toys section of the Sears catalogue and come up with the most carefully thought out toy list decision any kid ever made for Christmas. My "I want this" list never came true, and I never cared on Christmas morning.

Does anyone remember the Ribbon Peppermint they sold each year in their Christmas Candy section. Always wanted a can of the stuff so badly. Never got one and I still survived to adulthood.

Anonymous said...

Sears was definitely Amazon for many of us growing up in the 50s and 60s.

In the early 1900s, my grandfather and grandmother bought their home from Sears. All of the materials were put on an Illinois Central boxcar and sent to Mississippi.

Anonymous said...

These posts are such a nice break. I look forward to them every week.

Anonymous said...

@2:00 - Dolls weren't creepy until Hollywood told you that they are. I think Poltergist was the first in a long line of movies using dolls and clowns as scare tactics.

@5:28 - Vermont Country Store sells peppermint ribbon candy. I ordered some last year.

Anonymous said...

" These posts are such a nice break. I look forward to them every week."

Same here my friend !


"Does anyone remember the Ribbon Peppermint they sold each year in their Christmas Candy section. Always wanted a can of the stuff so badly. Never got one and I still survived to adulthood."

I remember that candy.
It was very pretty, but I didn't really care for it. ( from what I remember, the candy was way too hard and with the exception of the green striped section, it tasted the same).

The green striped sections tasted odd.
Not bad, just odd.

Just my little 1960's 5 year old opinion.

Anonymous said...

" One of my sisters had an easybake. I think hers was metal. Thin and wobbly, but metal. ."

That's what I remember.
I had no sisters, but many little "girl cousins" . . . (as Jethro Bodine used to say).

They all had a flimsy easy bake oven. I don't recall any great cakes being cooked under a 100 watt light bulb, but the girls had fun !

But then again, at the same time we were melting plastic goop in the "Mattel Thing-maker". . . under another 100 watt light bulb.

The girls were baking cakes and we were creating all kinds monsters & soldiers.

"A good time was had by all" back then.





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