... I was turning into a health food fascist.
Then this happened. I made some of these doughnut muffins for Sunday
breakfast and with one bite my resolve and new-found principles simply
evaporated. They were so good, after I had eaten the first I would
have sold my granny for another. I didn't stop until I had eaten
four—by late morning I was in a sugar coma.
I decided right then that any life that didn't contain the occasional
taste of something as outrageously sweet and delicious as muffins that
taste like doughnuts (and really, really good doughnuts at that)
wasn't the life for me.