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Learning to Love Your Breakfast

Let's talk about your breakfast. It's not fulfilling you, is it? Your self loathing is sinking in with each unhappy bite of oatmeal, accompanied by the bitter aftertaste of an artificial sweetener, or is that your own caustic hatred of this low-cal "heart healthy" breakfast you're tasting? You need a better breakfast...but you have your impossibly high standards: It should be quick and easy to make, and compact enough to eat on the run. It should be under 300 calories. It should be something socially acceptable to eat in public. Filling enough to keep you from running to the office cafeteria to grab a spare banana and maybe a muscle milk, but not so filling that you have to run out of your morning meeting to release the, um, fiber. Guess what? You're a picky little snot. But you're not alone. I recently crafted this breakfast muffin recipe that my husband and I have come to swear by (and also my dog, who fished one out of the trash when my hormonal brain forced me against my will to make a batch without sugar). And believe it or not, it's filling, it is satisfying, it has fiber, is easy to make, can be eaten on-the-go, and it's 262 calories for a whopper of a muffin. Use this recipe. Use it often. Bake a dozen on Sunday, pop all but 1 in the freezer, then take one out each morning, wrap it in a wet paper towel, and microwave for 45 seconds. Cherish this recipe, for it is the fortifying, slightly sweet, energizing breakfast you've been looking for.

Ingredients:
12 paper muffin liners
2 cups steel cut oats

1/3 cup rolled oats
1 cup whole wheat flour
1/2 cup packed dark brown sugar
1/2 cup sugar
2 tablespoons natural oat bran
2 tablespoons wheat germ
2 teaspoons ground cinnamon
1 1/2 teaspoons baking soda
1 teaspoon kosher salt
1 cup buttermilk
1/2 cup unsweetened applesauce
1 large egg
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
1/3 cup boiling water


Directions:
Here's where it gets tricky, y'all. Whisk all the dry ingredients together. Mix all the wet ingredients EXCEPT the boiling water together. Then combine them and add the water. Let it sit for 5 minutes, then pour equal amounts into the muffin tin and bake for 15-20 minutes. THEN THEY B DONE. Enjoy!!

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