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.
Ahhh, that power of suggestion. Lucky or unlucky for me there is no French bakery to walk by in my neighborhood.
ResponderEliminarEnjoy the wedding - certainly hope the dress fits.
Who cares about dresses??? Vive le brioche!!!
ResponderEliminarHi Tanna and Guru: it fit, thank goodness!
ResponderEliminarItalian pear and nut jam on a freshly baked brioche sounds like a fabulous breakfast.
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