Last week I bought a big bag of brioche buns for breakfast.
On Thursday and Friday I got some out and had them.
This morning, I was looking for breakfast in a kitchen that was increasingly looking breakfast-free, when inside the white Lego head I found the rest of the brioche rolls.
I didn’t think I was the kind of man who’d buy some tasty French treats and then forget about them, but it seems that all these years on I’ve learned nothing. Brioche is still an afterthought.
Luckily they hadn’t gone off because brioche keeps for ages, so I ate them anyway.