The Tovala Oven

 

Oh, darling, have you heard about the Tovala Oven? Why, it’s the latest in a long line of kitchen gadgets promising to “liberate” me from the shackles of my own skillet. I can almost hear my grandmother rolling over in her ruffled apron.Let’s take a peek at how this 21st-century marvel fits into my mid-century life:

Because nothing says “homemade” like dinner that arrives in a box and starts with a beep. Why, back in my day, the only thing I scanned was the horizon, waiting for my husband to return from work so I could serve my famous casserole (which may have contained a mysterious can of soup and some crushed potato chips).

The Tovala is so advanced, it knows how to steam, bake, and broil better than I do. Next thing you know, it’ll be gossiping over coffee with the dishwasher and plotting to take over the PTA.

Because isn’t that what every housewife needs? Another appliance to tell her what to do. I’ve already got the timer on the stove, the bell on the dryer, and the husband at the door asking, “What’s for dinner?” Now, the oven chimes in, too.

So, if you’re yearning for that authentic “I totally made this myself (wink wink)” experience, the Tovala Oven is your new best friend. It’s like having a Betty Crocker in a box—minus the pearls and passive-aggressive commentary.Now, if only it could fold laundry and fake enthusiasm at my mother-in-law’s bridge club, I’d be set.Bon appétit, modern homemakers. May your dinners be quick, your ovens be smarter than your children, and your sarcasm be as well-baked as your chicken.

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