Candy Canes for Breakfast??

I can't tell you how much sugar we have consumed recently.

As you know the more sugar you consume, the more sugar you crave.

And I am finding Sugar to have cocaine like effects on the compact bodies of four year-olds.

My girl has been searching for diplomatic ways to plug in more and more sugar into all and every meal.

This morning when I made her a slice of toast with almond butter, she started flapping her arms and nearly hyper-ventilated on the kitchen floor . "I wanted a HEALTHY waffle with SYRUP". "I NEED IT".

"Honey, you ..." I was about to pontificate on the powers of a healthy balanced sugar free breakfast, but I was interrupted with more flapping hands/wings. Pupils Dilated.

"NO, no Honey Mama! Maple Syrup"

It was time for quick intervention.

"Well, I was also going to give you a Candy Cane for breakfast this morning". And just like that I had gained ground.

My girl loves candy canes and has been counting the days since last Christmas (358 days to be exact) when she could have more candy canes. Every time we have visited the grocery store over the past 2 months, coming face to face with a Big Bucket of candy canes at the check out, we have performed a graceful tango, both of us smiling at each other, both of us trying to lead the other, right in front of the cashier clerk... and so far, luckily we have left those threatening, alluring canes on the counter where they belong.

Last week, my sister who has been lobbying on behalf of my girl for Legalizing Candy Canes in the Urban Household, sent me a picture of a candy cane made from fruits.

And this morning, the fruity candy cane was our saving grace.

Making her second breakfast Candy Cane, All by My Self!

It's fun to make and a big hit. They were great for breakfast on the side of a bowlful of yogurt. And I am sure they would be equally great for snack or dessert.

Hope you enjoy making one (or few in our case) with your little ones.

Jolly Elf!

Happy Holiday Season!

(p.s. Hubbies also seem to really like the surprise of a fruity candy cane on the side of a ramekin of vanilla yogurt for their breakfast... FYI! ;)

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