The Magic of Muffins

Growing up, I loved muffins. The ones we ate were nothing like the ones I create now, but that didn't stop me from eating them. I grew up eating Jiffy muffins. We had the cornbread ones (if you can call that cornbread) all the time, but for a special treat, we would have the ones with the imitation blueberries. Now those were awesome. Slathered with half a stick of margarine, they were a symphony of synthetic flavors that sent waves of sugar shock throughout my body. With five boxes costing about a dollar, they were great breakfast/snack foods and at only a million calories, they helped keep me in obesity for years.
Now that I'm a mother, I wouldn't dream of pulling out a packet of muffin mix and making these for my daughter. It's the whole knowledge thing. I now know better and I couldn't possibly pollute her body with foods that I know are so fake. However, I did like picking out the imitation blueberries and sucking on them. Gross, but so yummy.
This morning I made some cinnamon muffins for my daughter's breakfast. I added a bit of flax seed, used whole wheat instead of white flour, and swapped out a bit of the oil for applesauce. She loved them and with a glass of milk and a piece of fruit, she had a good start for breakfast.
I guess this is one of my missions with BlueBelle Muffins. I want to provide other mothers with a healthy breakfast alternative.
But, it's time to get back to work. There aren't any muffins baking, but work work to do.
JCG