This might seem small of me but small is the theme of this post. Last week my friend, the pastry chef, and I could not wait to run over and sample Vanilla Bake Shop’s take on the ever increasingly popular cupcake. It was their first day and we weren’t disappointed. Luxurious butter creams atop mini mounds of well-moistened cake had us giddy with delight. Not revelatory, mind you, which is why I am quite content when I have the same from Sprinkles, Susiecakes, Hotcakes, Dainties, Dots and Leda’s (the other mini cupcake place in Sherman Oaks), to name but a few. We ordered three minis between us that day and I took nine more back to the office. So after a late lunch today where dessert wasn’t an option I thought I’d drop by and plop one of those little gems in my mouth and finish it off with some old coffee at the office. It was not to be.
I was sweetly but firmly told that I could buy three little ones for $5 or one big one for $3.25. Sadly, I left. It truly wasn’t the money but more the waistline, which is a myth at this point anyway, but sometimes I become a prisoner of my own logic. It really was that they were just sitting there beautifully, and individually, staring up at me. I mean you can buy one mini cupcake at Leda’s, one macaroon at Boule, one tiny Florentine cookie at Viktor Bene’s and one little chocolate butter cream at See’s. I’m particularly enjoying the one chocolate chip cookie I just picked up at Amandine for a buck.