I am an adult. My mother isn’t here to remind me what’s right and wrong. Still I need an excuse; an excuse to have a brownie cupcake for breakfast. I know it’s wrong. I can even justify that chocolate is heart healthy and eggs and peanut butter have protein, but still I need an excuse. I lost my job and broke up with my boyfriend in the same week. And it was my birthday week. Now, that’s an excuse, right??? I’m sold already. Then, the lightbulb goes off. I’m writing a cookbook and I made the brownies for the cookbook. In fact, almost everything I have eaten in the past 3 years has been for the cookbook. That’s the best excuse, ever, eating a brownie for the biggest personal project I have ever done. So, I took one for the team and ate the brownie. It was beautiful.