Husband walks into the kitchen as I'm measuring 50g of cornflakes into a bowl already containing 350g of porridge oats.
'What's that for?'
'I'm making flapjacks*'.
'What? I thought they were healthy!'
'What on earth do you mean?' I'm bemused.
'Well, cornflakes.' I look at him blankly. 'They're processed. Not exactly healthy.'
'Are you serious?'
He leaves the room, whilst I consider the 100g golden syrup, 175g soft brown sugar and 175g unsalted butter that I'm about to melt and add to the mix.
On balance, I decide, it's probably best not to mention those ingredients. Instead, I'll leave him to enjoy the chewy deliciousness of the finished product without having his illusions of healthy eating completely shattered....
* UK flapjacks, not the US stacked pancake version.
Disclaimer: Not a breakfast food. Not a diet food. Not healthy, as such. But ruddy gorgeous, and essential in our Lockdown home.