I really didn't want to turn it on because it would make our apartment hot. We finally turned on the AC (thanks to the huge southfacing glass door that turns our front room into an oven), and I didn't want it to fight the heat of the stove.
And then Erin came up to me on the couch and smiled sweetly and said "Mommy, I make cookies witchoo?" How can you say no to that? Especially when you have a baggie of previously-frozen pumpkin in the fridge that really needs to be used asap?
So we made pumpkin cookies, using this recipe (minus the chocolate chips, which I didn't have).