Sweet lovin' from the oven can come in minutes

Last week, the warm weather caused a bit of insomnia. Never believing in the sedative nature of warm milk, I turned to the television for a few doses of lousy late night programming, also known as sleep aid.

Reruns have improved given all the choices in dramas we now have. However, the commercials could cause you to think you are “not fit enough,” “too lonely,” or possibly and tragically “without the proper flashlight.” One lengthy sales pitch really upset the scratch-is-better-than-box cook in me.

A pleasant looking older lady came on and informed the late night world not to “spend six hours...