Ambrosia: the food of the gods. My wife and children tell me that I have godlike qualities. They use phrases like "Oh dear father, do not punish my minor foolishness by calling down thunder from the heavens", and "Oh dear husband, only you could introduce issues of cosmic complexity into the simple matter of weekly shopping". So, I know that they recognise my unique godly power.
This allows me my one ambrosial indulgence: two of the finest jam doughnuts in the universe purchased every Saturday at 07.30 hours from the finest local bakery on this minor planet only 800 meters from my divine abode.