Here are some freaky eyeball sugar cookies I made for Halloween. In case you're wondering, the irises are Life Savers and the pupils are chocolate chips. Yummy + terrifying = perfect.

So this was my idea. Hey, maybe I could be the next Survivorman! I could teach myself to survive in the wilderness and then make an awesome show based on my efforts. Wouldn't that be cool? Except I don't really like camping, and I tend to get irritable when the creepy crawlies refuse to respect my personal space. But whatever. Those are obstacles that can be overcome, right?

Friday night, I got a sign from the kitchen gods.

As you may know, I've been doing a lot of cooking lately. This is not something that comes to me naturally, so I've been working my way up from scrambled eggs to chicken casseroles and the like. Quiches and souffles are still far in the future for me, but my progress has been good. And finicky Nick has eaten everything I prepared, so it can't have been too bad. Overall, I've been pleased with my new skills.

That is, until the stove caught on fire.