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♪♫ I don’t wanna grow up…♪♫

I’m a sucker for infomercials. Sure, I know a lot of that stuff they sell is crap, but they’re just so EXCITED! about the product. I don’t buy most of it, but once in a while, I fall victim to their sales pitch. The ShamWow guy does nothing for me. I know I’ll miss Billy Mays, but for now I still see him everyday hawking some miracle product…

About a month ago, I’m watching Cathy Mitchell sell that Redi-Set-Go contraption in a 15-minute spot.

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How can you not trust a woman that looks like your favorite Aunt?  I was resisting pretty well, until she got to the part where you can make little tiny pizzas.

OMG. Little. tiny. pizzas…


 

Flashback to the early 70s.  I am begging my mother for an Easy Bake oven.

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My mother, being the practical woman that she was, decided that baking “dessert for one” — using the power of an ordinary light bulb — was a waste of resources. Her solution was to hand me a box of Betty Crocker cake mix and a big ol’ cake pan. Under her supervision, I baked my first cake. I was certainly proud of it… but it didn’t satisfy my desire for baking tiny cakes in a tiny oven.

Sadly, I was never the proud owner of an Easy Bake oven.  I never made tiny cakes, cupcakes or cookies.  I never opened my own “Little Princess Bakery”.  In time, I grew older and let those memories fade into the past.  That is, until Aunt Cathy and her Redi-Set-Go thingy appeared on one of my rarely-viewed cable channels at 3:15 in the morning.  Aunt Cathy knew me.  She channeled my childhood memories and hooked me… reeling me in was a piece of cake pizza.

I sat there in my jammies, my eyes glued to the TV, watching her make all sorts of tiny goodies.  There were bite-sized cinnamon rolls, little eggs with a tater tot cooked inside, tiny cakes, pigs-in-blankets, burritos for one, appetizers for a crowd of 2, and of course — little, tiny pizzas!  It was shiny!  It was bright red!  It was easy to use, and it was going to be mine!  All mine — because  I am no longer 10 years old, I don’t have to wait for “Santa” to bring me one, and (most importantly) I have a CREDIT CARD!!!

My Redi-Set-Go dohicky arrived yesterday.  I have my grocery list ready, and soon — SOON! — I’ll be making little tiny pizzas.  Weeeeee!

4 Responses to “♪♫ I don’t wanna grow up…♪♫”

  1. August 7th, 2009 at 12:55 pm

    Tara says:

    Oh oh oh, you don’t know HOW MANY times I’ve almost caved to the siren song of an infomercial. In fact, I still think about some of the products, and toy with the idea of searching them out online. Special microwave bags that let you cook anything perfectly in a microwave; the AeroGarden; something you rub the hair off your legs with; some device that you push food through to make perfect slices! In my mind’s eye I can still see some woman perfectly slicing a boiled egg. I want that, I want that! I’m sure all of these things will make my life better! And now I want a Redi-Set-Go! Can it make tiny s’mores?! My god I’m so excited!

  2. August 7th, 2009 at 1:10 pm

    boots says:

    *raises hand*

    I have the AeroGarden.

  3. August 7th, 2009 at 3:01 pm

    bunny says:

    Excuse me young lady, but what exactly are you growing in that AeroGarden. Wait one minute now, is that hemp or one of its subsidiaries I see in there?!!!!

  4. August 7th, 2009 at 3:18 pm

    boots says:

    It’s a fancy European herb… I’m gonna use it on my first Redi-Set-Go pizza!

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