Breakfast

I'm not a big breakfast fan. I like water in the morning. Maybe some other stuff, sometimes granola (I can go months in that granola and water pattern), but sometimes not.

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.

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!