Someday my children will be out and about at breakfast time and they may be served something that looks like this...
"I thought we were going to eat pancakes?" They may question.
"These ARE pancakes silly Santos child."
With bewilderment, they will reply "I never saw any pancakes like this before! Why aren't they black?"
No, those little black things are not mini-charcoals. They are plump blueberries.
Oh so you think it is child abuse to serve such a breakfast? I would argue and say, "Look at Noah and Naomi reaching for seconds!"
The final pancake was a success by typical pancake standards. But, after all the children had a taste, they shrugged their shoulders and said "I don't know, Mom. It's missing something. Maybe you should cook it some more."