Unlocking The Sugar Code

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:

Her: Because it's never too late for cookies!" Him: "Totes."

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:

An innocent looking box...

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?:

Just LOOK at them...

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.


6 responses

  1. Cake makes the world right again. We’re going to need it on the NHS for the next five years…

  2. Gwyneth Paltrow’s head! Oh, you do make me laugh, missy.

    And I did NOT need to know that Midnite Cookies deliver. You sodding cow. That company is sent straight from the fiery depths of Hell. And I love it.

  3. Nikky, GET BAKING. I’ve a hankering for some zucchini cupcakes, and my prescription says to repeat as necessary…
    Lyndsay, I had the peanut butter cupcake last night. I eventually regained consciousness sometime after midnight. OM-NOM-GOD!
    Adriana, YOU DO LOVE IT. You love it so much, you wanna take it out the back of middle school and get it pregnant. [For non 30-Rockers, that was a joke, ‘k?]

  4. I was searching through Google doing research for a blog when i came across this article and I found it very informative and interesting even though it wasn’t exactly what I was looking for! The cupcakes pictured look spectacular! Thanks Suzanne xx

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