I have a white-flour breakfast family. Everyone in this house would be happy with white bread toast, white flour pancakes, bagels, muffins, scones, biscuits, or cold cereal every day. But I have breakfast guilt.
I know that if I'm sending these people out into the world for hours (between seven and ten hours) that I ought to fill them with something other than white flour and sugar.
But white flour and sugar makes them happy.
There's a lot to be said for happy.
So today I've made muffins. The kind with almost no redeeming value (plus butter and cinnamon). If I make a smoothie to go along with it (especially if I hide a couple carrots in there) I should dodge the guilt and I, even I, can be happy too.
Sheesh, this gig can be exhausting!