An Unholy Obsession

Okay, so I love Brie. It always scared me as a child, probably because it all seemed so grown up. And smelly. I only started eating Brie about 5 years ago, because it was on the long list of Foods You May Not Eat Whilst You Are Pregnant. So basically, even though it never interested me before, I decided I wanted it purely because I couldn't have it.

Now whilst I was breastfeeding I lost a frightening amount of weight. I'm fairly small anyway but when I look back at the photos during that time (in which I look like a strung out meth head) I can understand why everyone was urging me to eat.

So I ate lotsa Brie and chocolate. Pooooor, pooooor me. Then I stopped feeding Betty and my ability to evaporate billions of calories through milk production alone ceased and the Brie has now become a treat. Cos I eat an entire wheel to myself and it's best I only consume it once a month. Restraint ain't my thing either....

Now it's reached a scary peak of obsession. I have noticed I have started Brie Rituals.

Put Brie on the plate as soon as the children are in bed. Correct temperature is important.
Do ALL the housework. I cannot eat The Brie in a messy environment.

To truly deserve The Brie I must also prepare for the next day - ie putting the childrens clothes out ready for the morning. I don't usually do this.

Now I have an open fireplace I start a fire and settle in.

BUT tonight, when The Batchelor brought me some Brie unexpectedly AND laid it all out ready with bikkies I decided I must shower before I eat The Brie.


Next month I will probably add a Brie Dedication and wear a special Brie headdress for The Consumption Ceremony.