It seems fitting that in the week David Cameron swept into 10 Downing Street, I discovered my sweet tooth. It’s been dormant since birth – I never had the common childhood fondness for sugar, never crunched sugar cubes (*shudder*) like my cousin T. Somehow, the looming spectre of the first Tory Prime Minister of my voting life was what I needed to unlock the Sugar Code. Yet another reason to blame the Tories – they have driven into the sweet, sickly arms of Sugar. Those rat bastards!
On Sunday, in the company of two lovely ladies, I went along to the movies. We saw The Disappearance of Alice Creed, which was… adequate, and then retired to Midnite Cookies [15 Exeter Street, WC2E], recently opened in the bowels of Covent Garden, for baked goods and chat. Look at their cute retro business card:
My companions chose cookies and hot chocolates, and I went for a fudge brownie and something called a cookie latte. The server explained what this was in detail, but I’ve forgotten, so I’m just going to go with ‘delicious’. It was relatively cheap too, and they do student offers at selected times on selected Sundays. If you do decide to go, bear in mind that there’s only seating for about 12 people. Handily, if you’re local – Zone 1 – they’ll deliver till 1am. YUM.
On Tuesday afternoon, fatigued from the wall-to-wall election coverage, and having seen the same shot of the Palace of Westminster so many times I was feeling airsick, I received a little package. Looky here:
The twinkly older gentleman who delivered them said to “be careful with them, don’t JOSTLE THEM.” But what could live in a box like this? Clue: it’s not Gwyneth Paltrow’s head, Se7en fans. See?:
They came via a lovely, lovely friend of mine [and if you’re jealous, you should be, ’cause she’s awesome in so many other ways besides cupcake-giving] from Lola’s Kitchen [counters in Harrods, Selfridges and at 16 Lansdowne Row, Berkeley Square, W1J].You may have seen their lovely work featured on the cover of Stylist magazine a few weeks back. Can you see how beautiful and scrumptious they look? I can assure you that they tasted even better – that je ne sais quoi lightness! That buttercream! Team Cake Forever! OM NOM NOM.
In conclusion, what have we learned from this post? In the style of Columbo, I’ll summarise. Cake is good. I am not, nor am I a fan of Tories. Cake is good. Awesome friends are awesome. Oh, just one more thing, cake is so effing good. Here endeth the lesson.