Oven Variations: A Baking Tale

Hey! They say 350's the golden line, but my old oven don't tow

that line. Burns the edges, leaves the middle raw. Like a rebel,

it breaks the law. It's not just heat, it's a state

of mind. Every kitchen's got its own kind. Not all ovens run the same.

Hey, hey. One's a fire, one's a flame. Cookies crisp or

cakes undone. Blame the dial, but the battle's won. Not all ovens

run the same. Hey. Grandma's stove is slow as a mule.

Takes its time, but plays it cool. My best friend's runs