ERICA: “I need frosting. I NEED some,” I said to Greg.
After weeks of being “really good” (i.e. eating well and ocassionally exercising), I had an uncontrollable craving for Magnolia cupcakes on Sunday. I should mention that this craving actually came about AFTER I ate a cupcake on Saturday night from Sugar Sweet Sunshine that was (in my humble opinion) far inferior to Magnolia’s.
Feeling compelled to “right the wrong” of the Sugar Sweet Sunshine debacle, the only way I could think to do it was with another, bigger, badder cupcake. So Greg and I (along with our match-making friend Blake who introduced us nearly five years ago), set out on a pilgrimage to Magnolia….and then we ran straight into the Gay Pride Parade..and I mean RIGHT INTO it. As in the Gay Pride Parade was ending on Christopher and Bleecker at exactly the moment we were hoping to cross those streets en route to cupcake nirvana. Needless to say, our plans were foiled.
So, how freakin’ over the moon happy was I to come home tonight, have Greg kiss me hello and then hand me over a perfect little white box with four fluffy, frosty, sprinkle heavy delicious Magnolia cupcakes?! On a scale of 1 to 10, I’d give that move about a 762.
Greg ate one cupcake, I ate one and a half cupcakes and we saved the last one for Blake. I can’t send him back packing to LA without a proper NY cupcake eating experience.