Baking Frogs

I did A LOT of baking this weekend! I made some cinnamon rolls and cookies with candy from this site (www.thepioneerwoman.com), & I made some chocolate mint squares from this site (www.stumpthechef.blogspot.com), & I made some Monster cookies from a Paula Deen cookbook I have. Pictures and recipes to come later! Let me just say, "Yummy!"

I was in the kitchen baking almost all day yesterday, & I only set off the smoke alarm three times! whoo hoo! Yes, I am serious. I set off the smoke alarm three times. I don't know what the problem is - everything turned out perfect. I think I just have a smoky oven.

While I was baking, my husband was in the other room working on his thesis paper (I'm afraid to say so in fear of jinxing him, but he is soooo clooooose to being done!), and each time the alarm went off, he came out into the kitchen to open the door and windows while I waved a dirty dishrag up in the air over the smoke detector in an effort to clear the air and stop the insanity-inducing beeps.

And you know what's weird? Each time it happened I had NO IDEA that it was ridiculously smoky in the house. My husband would say, "Do you not notice when it starts to get smoky in here?" I said, "No. I'm like the frog who boils to death!" He was like, "What?!"

And (please tell me I'm not the only one who has heard about this) I explained to him that if you put a live frog in a pot of boiling water, he hops out. But, if you put a live frog in merely warm water, and heat it till boiling, he never hops out and he boils to death. I am like that frog, because it would get smokier and smokier, and I wouldn't know a thing of it until the insanity-inducing beeps began. Then my husband would walk out, and I'd look around and think, "wow! It's really smoky in here!"

My husband just looked at me like, "Who would want to boil a live frog anyway?!!"