A couple of weekends ago, I was lucky enough to have one of my closest college friends come to New York to visit. In addition to doing the “typical” city stuff like taking in the Met, wandering through Central Park, and waiting waaaay too long for the subways thanks to those pesky weekend schedules, my friend C also made it clear that she expected there to be some fabulous cupcakes making an appearance in our day.
Well, I mean, if you’re going to twist my arm…
Let’s talk about cupcakes. Specifically? Butter Lane cupcakes.
This year I started buying Christmas presents in October. Well, one present. I knew without a doubt when I saw this Groupon offer that it was the perfect gift for my sister (the Middle Chip!)–a cupcake class for the two of us at Butter Lane! Mixing, frosting, sampling…seriously, could you ask for a better present?!
Cheerio, mates! As those of you on Twitter may remember, I’ve just returned from a wonderful, whirlwind weekend spent visiting my sister (affectionately, Middle Chip) in London, where she’s studying for the semester. We had such a fabulous time, and I was so sad to leave her again until December! But it’s definitely a weekend I’ll always remember sharing with her. 🙂
Now, the two of us didn’t get up to all that much cooking this weekend (although we did manage one kitchen creation!), but what follows is a bit of a tour through our antics and escapades…most of which involve a lot of sugar…
Once upon a time, there was a girl named Tara. (I promise, this story isn’t autobiographical.) She was the first one in her family to go away to college, and she’d chosen to dorm. She was also getting randomly matched with a roommate. Cue scary music.
Well, if you follow me on Twitter, you’ll know that Sunday of last weekend was the day Middle Chip and I had been waiting for: Cupcake Crawl 2011!!
And here it is, in all its recap glory…read on for cupcake gluttony!
Well, clearly she’ll want some milk to go with it, but the cookie is the only real non-negotiable part. On this, a gorgeous Mother’s Day weekend, Middle Chip and a took a mid-morning jaunt to a lovely little mecca called Milk & Cookies. We oohed. We aahed. We got there 20 minutes after opening.
Cookie porn after the jump.
No, not Bruce Springsteen.
I’m talking about a far sweeter sort of boss…the Cake Boss. A few months ago, the Little Chips and I decided to make a journey–a pilgrimage, really–to the now-infamous Carlo’s Bakery. We had seen too many delicious cookies and pastries and cannolis consumed on our TV screens to go another day without tasting them ourselves.