the new oven

When you have a new oven at home, you would pop anything edible into it and bake it. Trust me, it's an addiction. The anticipation of waiting for the hidden bell in the oven to ring; the melodious TING! Then you have this really weird disorder of opening the oven door every 10 seconds hoping to see and smell something. When it's done, the gush of warm fresh oven air rush against your face and burn your eyes cause you're just plain dumb to put your face too close to it.

Then you have this fetish for baking and start asking your mom to buy some random baking tools like the baking tray, baking tin, basting brush and some cookie cutters. You really want your whisk then, so you would plead your mom to get one for you and she will be like, "You siao ah? Your mother sells a $30 whisk and you wanna buy one here?"

Not long, your brother started asking you some really humpty dumpty questions like, "You know how to bake a cheese cake?" and more humpty dumpty questions. Being so humpty dumpty, you replied "No" and he started firing 'you're-so-dumb' remarks at you and says that even one of his dorkiest friends could bake one. You couldn't take the blow so you told him that you could try. Then he ate your baked pasta.

Now you're cleaning your oven every 2 hours worrying that your grandma could have fed it with some toxins that could be really harsh on the hardcore material. Then you put a "DO NOT CROSS LINE" tape around the oven worrying that your little cousins may have their dirty fingers on it and started turning the knobs and pressing buttons. Then you started to sleep with it.

Weird.