Len brought me a lovely, brioche scented candle from Fragonard, in Paris when he was there last weekend.  True to a time honoured family tradition, this morning after the kitchen was clean I lit it.  I am working around the rest of the house today but I am drawn back to the kitchen, over and over, like a moth to a flame.  The scent is driving me absolutely crazy!  It smells as if I have been baking all morning, but there is nothing… not one ounce of anything even remotely “briochey” to nibble on in this house. 

This is torture to a woman who has decided to address her stress in other ways than eating!!!