This has been recorded previously, but i will happily reiterate -
I have ceral and a cup of tea. Then I make breakfast in bed for the present Mrs Hughes (although she is away abroad right now) which usually includes porridge and honey.
I regard it as a measure of my love for her that I deal with honey on a daily basis, it being the spawn of the devil, and still I spoon it in, and endure the smell and sight of it, and if I am unlucky, the feel as well when it spills onto my hands, as often seems to happen.