Brioche Breakfast Bust

I bought some brioche rolls at Trader Joe's awhile ago, because I thought they would make perfect french toast. I've heard brioche absorbs liquid really well, similar to Challah. Brioche is so buttery and wonderful, perhaps better than eating a croissant.

Instead of making a decadent brioche french toast breakfast, I did something horrible. I microwaved the roll, cut it in half, smothered a little butter and syrup on it. Then sprinkled it with a dash of cinnamon and powdered sugar. I know you must be wondering why I didn't just dump some heavy cream on it, but I resisted. Though this probably sounds very unappetizing, it was quite good (but not as good as actual french toast).

At the minimum, I probably could have stuck the brioche halves in the broiler to get them toasty, but today I had no patience. Completely and utterly lazy! Or, perhaps, one could say I was creative building my brioche bun breakfast. As I finished, my sticky, syrupy fingers accidentally touched my hair. I know better than to do this, but with syrup it just seems inevitable.

I am damn lucky my husband left early for work today and did not witness any of this. Here I am, a hot sticky mess, but my stomach is content. Now all I need is a long run to burn off the brioche!