I walked out this morning to see if the hairdresser´s will be open this afternoon. I have to go to a wedding, you see.
On the way, I passed Deli Panific, a.k.a. the new French bakery, a.k.a. The Ultimate Temptation, a.k.a. try not to walk down calle Hortaleza so much.
And they had a brioche there, just out of the oven. And I´d just read Melissa´s account of what an undertaking making your own brioche is.
So of course I bought it. We shared the still-warm strips of yeasty buttery gloriousness smeared with some Italian pear and nut jam J´s mother gave us. It was a pretty amazing breakfast.
I will just hold Melissa to blame if I don´t fit into the dress tonight.
Luckily, the hairdresser´s will be open, so at least from the neck up I´ll be fine.