I am not sure what it is, but I am quite certain that if there were a cake in my house at this very moment I would likely eat the entire thing. This is not me. I am not "that" person. A former room mate of mine would bake cookies when she was sad or a guy had just broken up with her. And then she would proceed to eat the entire batch. Normally, I am lucky if I get through 2 cookies after I have made them. More than happy to watch everyone else devour them.
Cake has always been my favorite. But even when I have a entire cake in my possession, I rarely ever eat more than a piece or two. Today, Venus and Mercury must have aligned. I feel like a starved werewolf who just got a sniff of a meat market. What brought this on? No idea. I am not sad, nor am I hungry. I just am in the mood to eat some fluffy, buttery and sugary creation. Like some who roam the Internet in search of (think of a word that rhymes with corn) I have been spending some time looking for what I desire. And it is KILLING me! Here is what I am craving...
Doughnut Plant, NYC.
Fauchon. Sometimes fancy can be good!
Cafe Lalo. Just seeing this place makes me drool.
Lark. Their Mocha Cupcake was created by angels.
Sweet Lady Jane. If I were Superman, this would be my Kryptonite.
Madonna Inn. I had one of these almost every birthday growing up.
And that, my friends is the short list. Thank goodness for the internet and sense memory. If only it were as good as the real thing...