Cupcakes

Mummy and Daddy say no-one does cupcakes like the Americans. I think Mummy and Daddy eat a lot of cupcakes since moving to New York - actually they ate a lot of cupcakes in LA too, always from Joan's on Third. Mummy would get coconut and Daddy would get double chocolate.

Since moving to New York we have sampled a few more varieties, or rather Mummy & Daddy have - I

am yet to get my hands on these colourful treats.

There was Billy's Bakery in Chelsea, a block from our first apartment. Mummy liked the yellow daisy with chocolate buttercream. Daddy the red velvet. Me? I was happy smiling at all the patrons and small dogs and enjoying the chaotic ambience of this tiny "hole in the wall" as Daddy described it. Mummy said the smell was like my Great Nana's kitchen when Mummy was a little girl.

We also tried the cupcakes at Grumpy's - a fantastic coffee shop. But Mummy said their "hippy flavours" where not "hitting the spot for her". Daddy didn't seem to mind, but said he missed cream cheese icing.

Then we visited the infamous Magnolia Bakery in the West Village on the day of the Gay pride parade. Daddy had a hummingbird cupcake - I thought a hummingbird was a animal not a cupcake? And Mummy had coconut. I enjoyed looking at all the little rainbow flags in the window.

Finally, friends introduced us to Buttercup Bake Shop on 2nd Ave. Mummy said she felt a particular affinity with Buttercup given that the owner/chef was a clinical psychologist in a previous life and apparently so was Mummy. Mummy and Daddy both said they felt they were slipping into diabetic comas after eating the red velvet - though this did not stop them having a second round the following night?! I thought the mountain of purple icing on Mummy's looked particularly wonderful. If only I had gotten my hand in there quicker...