Finding Your Inner Bree - With Brie
I sometimes joke that baking my way of embracing my inner Bree Van De Kamp. Mostly in the sense of domestic goddess with a fabulous line in acerbic understatement. Occasionally for qualities somewhat less noble, but equally compelling. And conveniently overlooking the rabid perfectionist / impossibly repressed / reformed alcoholic elements. I also rather envy her astonishingly well-behaved hair (although it may be immaculate simply from blind fear of what will happen should it dare defy her, combined with either an iron will or a straightening iron).
Alas, my culinary ventures tend to leave me resembling nothing quite so much as a flour-sprinkled haystack. And much as waking up to the smell of cinnamon sounds appealing when it's in the form of warm sticky rolls with cream cheese icing, it's less fun when you realise that it's just... you. Apparently making a vast batch of spiced marzipan cookies and speculaas blondies the evening before take their toll.
So I think it's time for the world to follow this lead and embrace the joy of being a little unkempt...
And if that's just too hard, this advice is likely to be much easier to follow...
A recent article in The Punch on retro food brought back (to me and numerous others) the joys of the seventies classic, the fondue. And, with cooler weather on the horizon, perhaps this might be the best way to get more cheese into your life...
So, would you prefer perfect hair, or more cheese? Or is it greedy to hanker after both...?
I already have perfect hair *cough*. So more cheez, pleez!