Brioche

M. brought this thing back from Spain. It's like a huge wheel of brioche, but it's laced with some sort of fig paste and it's rank. Don't get me wrong I am more than partial to a good fig roll, and figs in general, when the time is right. But this just doesn't work. So it's been rammed upright in its hexagonal box between the toaster and the bread bin, and no-one's touching it. No-one'll throw it out either because it was a gift. And the box is too big and awkward to cram into the bin. It'll stay there forever. Pariah Brioche.