We're happy free confused and lonely at the same time.
Call this a post to remind myself to get it right next time. Can't say pastry chef is an option for my future.
A baby wheel of brie ("mmmahhhughhhhgahhh brieeee" -my standard reaction) topped with balsamic-reduced figs, all snugly wrapped up in a flakey duck fat pastry.
Minus the minor issues of the pastry falling apart (too flakey?) and not browning to perfection.
Doesn't matter because figs and cheese is kind of my favorite combination. Okay, that's a bold statement on my part, but it definitely goes in my top ten... twenty five? Fifty? Top fifty, yes.
A baby wheel of brie ("mmmahhhughhhhgahhh brieeee" -my standard reaction) topped with balsamic-reduced figs, all snugly wrapped up in a flakey duck fat pastry.
Minus the minor issues of the pastry falling apart (too flakey?) and not browning to perfection.
Doesn't matter because figs and cheese is kind of my favorite combination. Okay, that's a bold statement on my part, but it definitely goes in my top ten... twenty five? Fifty? Top fifty, yes.
Making a list of all the things I will eat once my throat stops trying to rip itself out of my body. Extra-strength ibuprofen, you are my friend.
It's miserable and magical...
It's miserable and magical...
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