Sunday, June 01, 2008
|Pimp My Cupcake, Please!|
As my friends will attest, I [heart] cupcakes. I probably make cupcakes 1.5x a month. I love cupcakes so much that back in the early spring I even had an all cupcake and muffin dinner party (the menu: [to start] caramel covered teacakes, gruyere sage and onion mini muffins, [main] asparagus and smoked salmon jumbo muffins, [sides] couscous minicakes, corn cupcakes with pesto cream cheese frosting, [dessert] florentine cupcakes and black mission fig gelato bonbons). If only I'd had my camera then!
But cupcakes aren't as globally appreciated as I think they ought to be. And they are not to be found in Paris.
Or so I thought.
One lazy Friday (two Fridays ago) I googled "paris cupcakes." And then googled "paris cupcakes -hilton." The second search string and a few clicks later I was at La Cocotte
and signing up for their "Pimp My Cupcake" atelier (which took place this past Friday). This marvelous little cookbook librairie is run by four women -- I only met two of them at the atelier and they were cool, young, nice and fun. 
I was a little disappointed (though I'd suspected this would be the case) that we didn't actually make cupcakes. But Rachel (one of the librariennes [screw not making up words in French!]) made cupcakes (or faery cakes, as she called them [she's English]) in front of us, giving tips and making notes. And besides my cupcake assortment, I also walked away with a two new recipes: one for a vanilla cupcake and the other for a dulce de leche frosting.
And a book on the art of macarons, my favorite confection of all time.
And a box of the most amazing homemade shortbread I've ever had in my entire life.
So the moral of the story is that cupcakes are not to be found in Paris, unless you bake them yourself. Or have someone awesome bake them for you and provide all the fixins necessary to take them from just cup-sized cakes to cupcakes.
As my friends will attest, I [heart] cupcakes. I probably make cupcakes 1.5x a month. I love cupcakes so much that back in the early spring I even had an all cupcake and muffin dinner party (the menu: [to start] caramel covered teacakes, gruyere sage and onion mini muffins, [main] asparagus and smoked salmon jumbo muffins, [sides] couscous minicakes, corn cupcakes with pesto cream cheese frosting, [dessert] florentine cupcakes and black mission fig gelato bonbons). If only I'd had my camera then!
But cupcakes aren't as globally appreciated as I think they ought to be. And they are not to be found in Paris.
Or so I thought.
One lazy Friday (two Fridays ago) I googled "paris cupcakes." And then googled "paris cupcakes -hilton." The second search string and a few clicks later I was at La Cocotte
and signing up for their "Pimp My Cupcake" atelier (which took place this past Friday). This marvelous little cookbook librairie is run by four women -- I only met two of them at the atelier and they were cool, young, nice and fun. 
I was a little disappointed (though I'd suspected this would be the case) that we didn't actually make cupcakes. But Rachel (one of the librariennes [screw not making up words in French!]) made cupcakes (or faery cakes, as she called them [she's English]) in front of us, giving tips and making notes. And besides my cupcake assortment, I also walked away with a two new recipes: one for a vanilla cupcake and the other for a dulce de leche frosting.
And a book on the art of macarons, my favorite confection of all time.And a box of the most amazing homemade shortbread I've ever had in my entire life.
So the moral of the story is that cupcakes are not to be found in Paris, unless you bake them yourself. Or have someone awesome bake them for you and provide all the fixins necessary to take them from just cup-sized cakes to cupcakes.
promulgated by SWS2.1 at 17:41.
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