indulgences

This isn't about sin or purgatory. So much in life is precious and should be cherished, even indulged upon. Yet, so much is taken for granted.

indulge: to take unrestrained pleasure in
-Merriam-Webster Dictionary

Today is Father's Day. I live in Virginia and my father lives in Texas. We see each other once a year, if we're lucky. Today I undulged in the love I have for my husband, the father of my children. Sometimes I take him for granted. Today I decided to get up and make him breakfast rather than going out.

I decided to try and copycat a recipe for the scrumptious donuts at The Apple House. They're these wonderful, sinful little apple, cinnamon morsels of pleasure. Far be it from me to deep fry anything, as I don't do it very often. I decided to go on the hunt and see if I could make something similar. We have some Aunt Jemima Whole Wheat pancake mix, and wouldn't you know it, right there on the box is a recipe for Pancake Muffins.



It calls for:

* 2 cups Aunt Jemima® Whole Wheat Blend Pancake & Waffle Mix
* 1/2 tsp. ground cinnamon
* 2/3 cup 2% milk
* 1/3 cup honey
* 1 egg, slightly beaten
* 1/4 cup vegetable oil
* 1 tsp. vanilla extract

The honey we have has congealed into a crystal-like concoction I decided to abstain from using. Instead I used Maple Syrup. I substituted a 1/2 cup of the WW mix for Bisquick. I added 1 tsp of cinnamon rather than a half. We use Non-Fat Skim milk, so I added in a little margarine. I also added in finely chopped apple. Once they were done I let them cool for a few minutes while tending the bacon, hashbrowns and eggs. I melted some margarine and mixed some cinnamon sugar together. Once the muffins had cooled enough to handle I dredged them in the melted margarine and rolled them in the cinnamon sugar. They actually turned out to be quite a nice substitution for the donuts, maybe even a tad bit healthier. They were a teensy-weensy dry, but that can be rememdied with an addition of a little water.




Once everything was ready the guys and I sat down and indulged in a good meal, and each other's company. This afternoon we went and saw The Hangover and indulged in a laughter.










We must live for the few who know and appreciate us, who judge and absolve us, and for whom we have the same affection and indulgence. The rest I look upon as a mere crowd, lively or sad, loyal or corrupt, from whom there is nothing to be expected but fleeting emotions, either pleasant or unpleasant, which leave no trace behind them.
~Sarah Bernhardt