For his 3rd birthday my dil told gs he could choose whatever he wanted for his breakfast. He picked chocolate brioche, his absolute favourite. A few months later was ds’ birthday. Dil & gs were making him breakfast (bacon sandwiches). By all accounts ds & dil ended up dealing with a 40 minute tantrum, because gs was ADAMANT that the only way daddy could enjoy his birthday breakfast, was if the bacon was inside a chocolate brioche roll!
Unfortunately (or fortunately for ds), they had no chocolate brioche in the house. So he wasn’t able to find out if gs had created a delicacy.
Maybe my gs and whoever you’ve been talking to, know something the rest of us don’t baggs