The movie A Mighty Wind is one of my very favourites, and it stands up easily to many a re-watch. I’d say I watched it more times last year than I ate feta, for one thing. Since watching it, I’ve latched on to the phrase “it can’t be overstated”, which is used to describe the kiss between Mitch and Micky in their song (okay, you had to be there.) I might overuse it the way some overuse the word “literally” (am looking at you, Chris Traegar, but it’s literally adorable on you) but I like it, and it’s so applicable: the deliciousness of these brioches frankly just can’t be overstated. See?
The crust is crisp and yet with all the buttery promise of a flaky croissant, without the crumbliness. Inside is soft, golden-tinted and warm with the sharply salty feta dissolving creamily on the tongue. The mint is not there in large quantities, but absolutely present, cooling and contrasting with everything else. Altogether flipping brilliant.
And, as I said, I managed to make it after flying home from my brother’s 21st in the late afternoon, so you can surely do it anytime. We had such an awesome time up home – the party was music-themed (I don’t know about you but my family has a thing with dress-up 21st parties) and Tim and I dressed up as the White Stripes. My Mum and her best friend were Agnetha and Anni-Frid from ABBA, Dad was a Seargeant Peppers-era Beatle, and my brother made a commendable Billy Corgan from the Smashing Pumpkins. It was just one of the best parties I’ve been to. There were streamers, a live band – which Dad used to play with, and which played good music to dance to – not even the sort of music where inside you’re like “Oh my gosh I hate this so much but there are people around that I care about so I’ll pretend to enjoy dancing to it”. Dad – whose birthday it was also, since he’s born on the same day as my brother – got up at one point to do a fairly wild keyboard solo. Later in the evening he and my brother played a rollicking rendition of Saw Her Standing There by the Beatles.
There were alsatians that ran up and down the road and inside the hall. Two giant alsatians! They didn’t seem to be looking for trouble, they could probably just smell the many kilos of ham. Nonetheless, I’d forgotten that that sort of thing just happens at home. And I secretly wanted to confiscate them and make them my pets.
There was a cake that I made and iced to look like a record, at my brother’s request. I may never get the black food colouring off my hands, but with some logistical supervision from Tim and my 9 year old cousin, I think it turned out pretty snazz-tastic.
And there was kilo after kilo of ham. Which we all got to eat the next day after people had arisen from where they fell. I also got to see my long-missed Australian-based Aunty, got to nick the gorgeous – well I think so – bit of fabric that the brioches are sitting on, and…while looking for old schoolbooks of my brothers to festoon the party with, Mum found this that I’d made many years ago:
After the laughter subsided, I realised how little I’ve changed. Obsessive about things and in a super-righteous way; full of dubious ideas that seem great in my head but are a bit awkward on paper; misguidedly entrepreneurial; liable to mix up simple things like AM and PM. But I think I turned out alright in spite of, nay because of it. (Also: if you look closely you’ll see that my signature then did not in anyway resemble my name, but rather a small figure surfing on the back of a swan. This was because I didn’t want to be shackled by the conformity of your signature actually having to look like your name when it could be an artistic expression instead, or SOMETHING. My uncoolness cannot, as they say in A Mighty Wind, be overstated.)
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Title via: The Ladies Who Lunch, a song more salty and sharp than feta from Company, one of my favourite musicals. Sung perfectly by the wonderful Elaine Stritch. Please watch. I’m pretty sure even if you don’t like musicals, there might be something in this for you.
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Music lately:
Radar Love, Golden Earring. This got played at the party. Mum and Dad both like this song – it has some significance, I can’t remember what exactly – Mum? – and there’s something about watching one’s parents dancing away dressed up as pop stars to a song that makes one like it too.
Wings of a Dragon by the equally glorious husband and wife Nick Offerman and Megan Mullally. Treat yo’self and watch it. As well as being internet-breakingly hilarious, it’s surprisingly catchy.
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Next time: Hmm, well it is February, but no love hearts here (Shmalentines! I say.) Might be something sensible and dinner-related, might be a towering cake or something.
lol, I love how you apologise for the third “rise” 😛
tbh I'm not sure why spinach is in scones. I usually chuck it in to make myself feel better about eating an otherwise pretty meh and unhealthy snack (along with plenty of strong cheese to balance it out haha). May as well get some greens right? Usually doesn't impart too much bitterness (maybe depends on how much gets put in). Also the green kinda looks pretty…ish? Never had a problem with it getting in my teeth, but I think now I'm going to be more paranoid heh.
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Gorgeous fabric and mismatched plates. Especially love the scalloped edged plate.
You make breadmaking seem so romantic. The dense Chinese fighting muffins my breadmaking results in tells me otherwise. I believe you have the touch or you don't.
I only tried spanakopita about 3 years ago and I think it's a formula that works. I know what you mean about the same old cafe dishes though. I guess it's just easy to keep certain things on the menu. Some people like adventure, but not usually at a cafe. Spinach scone would be pointless. But through in something fragrant like rosemary or leeks, hells yes! Spinach in quiche is good though.
Your silent spice contract is adorable! I find I get obsessed with things really deeply too. If I go with the obsession and just absorb as much of something as possible, the fever is usually over within about a week. But if I just keep it on the backburner, it can be a love for life.
p.s. I think your swan surfer signature is rad…and cannot be overstated.
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Thank you for this wonderful post. It was the best thing I've read today. I know when I'm really enjoying what I'm reading — I go back and read whatever it is out loud. Your sentence that starts with “The crust is crisp… ” got the out loud treatment. It's a beauty.
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I've made a halloumi and mint loaf once, which was very successful, but I really like the idea of putting it in a nice rich brioche dough!
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I adore brioche and stuffed with feta and mint, even better! And I can't remember if I already mentioned (was it facebook I saw these photos, I can't remember?!), but well done on the black cake! It looks fab, good luck getting the stains from your hands 😉 xx
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looks delicious!
lovely greetings
Maria
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For some strange reason I LOVE HAM SO MUCH.
I also feel like I would love this bread, if I had the patience for bread. Which, sadly, I rarely do.
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Oh that first photo! I'm captured. These look amazing, and to hear they are feta.. and mint!? What brilliance. You're quite the inventer. I have these tiny tiny oyster-shell looking tins which MUST be for mini brioche. I am yet to use them, but boy oh boy I have re-found my motivation!
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I don't know what it is, but spinach and the spaces between my teeth just love each other 🙂
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Thanks…the scalloped edged one is from S'wonderful.
I never would've thought I'd be someone who could successfully make bread – but here I am! Maybe try one of those no-knead versions if you're really nervous!
I still kinda love the Spice Girls. They were a big part of my life, can't just turn my back on them now 🙂
<3
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What a lovely thing to say, Sue! Thank you. Glad I inspired such a response in you!
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Wha' happened?!? I can't do my wuhrrrrrrk! I don't THINK so!!
Oh, Silent Spice, how much fun you must be in real life. I haven't even told you about my most thrilling obsession that will probably prove too much for even you, lover of girly childhood things – Mary Kate and Ashley Olsen movies. Oh my gosh, I love them. Passport to Paris? When in Rome? Our Lips Are Sealed? Interestingly, they sit right next to the BSC movie on my shelf.
I used to be such a smart girl…. wha happened?!
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I'm actually a bit scared of bread-baking, I'm always afraid I'll mess things up. But just the idea of baking bread seems so comforting, so I should probably get over the fear 🙂
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My main irritation with cafe food is that it's SO overpriced! I love my brie and fruit sandwiches but I'll just make em at home thankyouverymuch.
Little brioche mini muffins! I like. I like VERY much.
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Brioche = sweet, not savoury mint and feta (a combo I love, but just not in sweet bread).
I never got the ham and cheese croissant thing either though. Croissant should be served with butter and jam, or chocolate, not in a savoury manner (in my book). It's a NZ thing this adding savoury things to breads which in their own country would not be served this way.
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BTW, I made Brioche for Christmas morning (with strawberries and cream), yum!
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Mmmm these look so good!
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I love how you've made these in muffin tins. Last time I decided to make bread I ended up so exhausted that I needed to have a long nap!
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Cheers Emma! The food colouring stains left eventually 🙂
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Thank you 🙂 try them! Can imagine how pretty they'd look in the tins.
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Hahahaha. “Wha'happen” is one of my favourite things to say, ever,
While Mary Kate and Ashley were not within the realm of my obsession, I was deeeeply into that movie It Takes Two with them in it, and Kirsty Alley. Did you ever see that one?
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It's easier than it sounds/looks! I've never screwed up a loaf before and I found the whole thing so confusing before I started. And if I can make one, as they say, anyone can 🙂
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