I woke up this morning to take my neurotic poodle to the park and experienced something with which I have become unfamiliar - cool, crisp weather. The thermometer registered 58F (that's 14 to you Celsius-centric folks). Yes, it's technically still summer. However, after my brisk morning walk, some primitive neurocorner of my brain began firing the 'it's autumn!' signal. I felt compelled to seek out a football game. The far stronger compulsion was for baking. You see, ...