Okay so any tips on how to cure intense weeks-long cravings for croissants, puff pastry, kouign amann, cream puffs, baklava, basically any kind of pastry would be GREATLY appreciated because ever since I returned from Barcelona (occasion: work trip #holla), I cannot stop dreaming about puffy golden dough with flaky melt-in-your-mouth layers.
And no, these cravings definitely have nothing to do with my newfound addiction to the Great British Bake Off (about 8 years late to the party as usual) and no, eliminating it is not an option. I have basically commandeered Dan’s shared Netflix account to the point where a co-Netflixer said that he “accidentally checked Dan’s viewing history and saw that it was 100% GBBO.” To which Dan said, in his best Australian accent,* “yes, that is definitely all me.”
*FYI the accent was not a put-upon accent, it was just his real-life voice because I fell so in love with Australia that I had to ensnare a genuine Australian in Houston for the short-term output of finding a GBBO watch companion and pancake-maker and the long-term goal of being kidnapped by him and stowed in a suitcase back to Melbourne to live in a tasteful townhouse ideally located within walking distance to the best pancake in the world. And that is my definition of #goals