During my daily blog visits today I paused a bit on girlandthecity’s site. She had recently posted a photo of this pretty cupcake in this pretty box, and it reminded me of the day I discovered the Cupcake Café in New York.
I’ve always had a sweet tooth, and my publishing colleagues must have noticed it, for one of them told me to visit the aforementioned café. Always up for an adventure involving cake, I set my compass for 9th Street, between 39th and 40st Streets, the area charmingly known as Hell’s Kitchen.
Was I out of my mind? I was going to check out cupcakes in Hell!
The bakery itself was nondescript, but the cupcakes, lined up in the glass display case, were works of art. Exquisitely rendered flowers—singles, pairs, bunches—in brights and pastels adorned each tiny cake. Indeed, eating one seemed a sacrilege, so I ate two; they wouldn’t have kept on my desk. (And I shared a box with my colleagues.)
The image above is a full-size cake, from the Cupcake Café, but it shows off the beautiful detail on the flowers.
Is it fashion? Well, the cake rather reminds me of Marie’s—err—Hero’s shoes from an earlier post.
And didn’t one of those fashionable women know something about eating cake?
I’ve always had a sweet tooth, and my publishing colleagues must have noticed it, for one of them told me to visit the aforementioned café. Always up for an adventure involving cake, I set my compass for 9th Street, between 39th and 40st Streets, the area charmingly known as Hell’s Kitchen.
Was I out of my mind? I was going to check out cupcakes in Hell!
The bakery itself was nondescript, but the cupcakes, lined up in the glass display case, were works of art. Exquisitely rendered flowers—singles, pairs, bunches—in brights and pastels adorned each tiny cake. Indeed, eating one seemed a sacrilege, so I ate two; they wouldn’t have kept on my desk. (And I shared a box with my colleagues.)
The image above is a full-size cake, from the Cupcake Café, but it shows off the beautiful detail on the flowers.
Is it fashion? Well, the cake rather reminds me of Marie’s—err—Hero’s shoes from an earlier post.
And didn’t one of those fashionable women know something about eating cake?
I think I'd be afraid to eat something so pretty. It's beautiful.
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