It's Friday again, and Lisa-jo has chosen a fun word again: mess. Today's post is a bit of a jumble. I started it on my phone while at the bakeshop and finished it at home. It's probably five minutes worth of work, scattered over several hours. Do pop by Five-Minute-Friday's link-fest to see what others have created today.
A post about "mess."
My hair is a mess.
I've been out walking, brazenly bare-headed despite the temperature because it's May. The wind's whirled away this morning's 15 minutes of round brush and blow dryer (first pre-breakfast post-baby; still feel like a superstar). But it's still my friend. I follow its coaxing shoulder nudge on when to turn the corner, and once I'm done at the bank let it blow me on to the Bakeshop for coffee. I reason there's time enough for a French press worth there if there's time to do the same at home. And besides, I'm running low. This side trip is extending my supply and my rushed breakfast could use a pastry supplementation.
My logic is a mess too.
I order brioche pépin - a cream filled bread (it looks kind of like eggs. Eggs make good breakfast), and studded with chocolate (dark chocolate, like the Alpen my son polished off this morning. Also good breakfast). This is second breakfast after all, so I add a second brioche. This one has dark chocolate mousse and black berries. Fruit is also healthy.
Messy logic continues.
My coffee comes with a pitcher of steamed milk. Clearly I've made the right decision. I scatter my newly laundered wrap with crumbs of flaky pastry while I wait for my chosen brew. More mess. If the baby keeps up her usual four-bib-an-hour spit up routine, my impulse trip could mean a wet walk home. But that's okay. A full blackberry tumbles onto my plate.
A beautiful, jammy mess.