The aroma of cinnamon and brown sugar wafts in the air every time the fan swivels in my direction and blows in my direction. We have a great air conditioning system, but when I’m baking, I love to have the fans blowing and tantalize everyone in the house with the aroma. The apples were off my tree, and I couldn’t resist a large batch of homemade apple dumplings. It was worth the heat that came from the stove and caused my air conditioning to work harder. It was well worth the sweat that clouded my eyes as I worked in the heat. My family sat down at the table and I heard the praises that came from them. The apple dumplings were a hit. I sat in front of the air conditioning, and felt the cool air as it dried my face. My daughter was doing the dishes, and she was complaining about the heat in the kitchen. I almost laughed when I reminded her that I was the one who stood in the kitchen and was cooking. She was mortified that I could leave such a hot chore to her, and she went over to the thermostat to turn the air conditioning temperature down. She came in and tapped me on the shoulder and called me mother. I knew something was wrong. Apparently, in my haste to get the baking done, instead of turning the air conditioning up, I had screwed up and bumped the switch that turned on the heater. The temperature was still at eighty, and the heater was still running.