I don't know about you, but I believe a just and loving God would, in fact, not allow anything called a "breakfast ham ring" to be anywhere near my kitchen. Let us not even discuss the "Frozen Waldorf Salad", where the accompanying picture looked like someone horked in a pan and then stuck it in a freezer.

But that's not what's important. No, among the plethora of terribly mockable recipes, I found one for "Holiday Pound Cake", which is basically pumpkin cake in a bundt pan, and I think I might die happy. I love me some pumpkin recipes, and 'tis the season to bake till I drop.

Especially with my new oven! Have I mentioned that we have been ovenless since about July? Our old one was completely unfixable; the repairman told me he could not in good conscience charge us more than it would cost to buy a new one. It was too damn hot to cook in July and August, though, so KC and I got lazy.

Now, though, it is colder, and that's when my cooking skills kick in; I'm made for casseroles and chilis and stews. So I have been longing for an oven for meatloaf, for pork roast, for sausage and peppers.

So far I have managed Shake & Bake pork chops ("And AH HELPED!") and frozen pizza. I'll get there. No, really, I will. I just have to get through an election first.

Hey, at least tonight I am not eating pizza; it's an antipasto salad instead. I bit into a hot pepper by accident and my eyes are watering, but it is not cheese on round bread and so, I am content. And also have improved sinuses.