I don’t like vanilla/vanilla cupcakes anymore. They just taste bland to me now — like chewing flour.
I blame Mary and her freaking Jesus cupcakes for this.
When I was in Vegas, I found this great bakery called the Cupcakery. They had these awesome lemon cupcakes that did the trick. I ate like five of them everyday. On my last day, I tried these caramel filled chocolate cupcakes that were also pretty boss.
So now, I wander the streets of New York City looking for cupcakes to eat. I’ve acquired a taste for red velvet, but only with cream cheese frosting. And so far only from Billy’s. When one doesn’t have a job, good cupcakes are very important. And when one doesn’t have a job, one spends hours wondering what it means to have lost the taste for that which one so loved at one time.