It's mid March, so put on your green clover glasses as you read this old Irish recipe for longevity: "Leave the table hungry. Leave the bed sleepy. Leave the bar thirsty." (I guess what that means is that restraint and self control are really good things!) And how about this ditty, "May your heart be light and happy, may your smile be big and wide, and may your pockets always have a coin or two inside!"  And finally, "May you have the hindsight to know where you've been, the foresight to know where you are 

Do you love a buttery blueberry scone, full of inky blue bites of redemption? Blueberries are like that. They redeem the ordinary biscuit by elevating it into a hopeful dose of antioxidant, guilt-free goodness. And what a gift, those little rolly-polly marbles, treasures of nutrition, and demin delights of every summer pie that leave indigo evidence on your previously "pearly whites".  It's a package deal and oh so worth it!

It's been a couple of years of fully energized mornings, primed with the goodness of greenery and nutrient dense add ins, free from the weight of sugary carb' and fat loaded breakfasts. What was I thinking? That heady sugar high delivered in an array of forms from a combination of grains and sweeteners, served up with an occasional plate of breakfast meats and eggs, made me wonder what all those commercials featuring bright heel kickin' mornings were about. I really do love "breakfast foods", but have found that they really do not love me back! 

For the most part, my conclusions have come after actually experiencing the freedom of snappy spirited mornings in contrast with the typical bulk of a standard American breakfast that fails to deliver what our bodies are really craving. It was a