ain't no martha stewart.

i’m not really a sweets person. except for the occasional pms induced snickers i always prefer savoury over sweet for comfort food. i do like gummibears, but if some relative from germany is coming and ask me what i want i still prefer a stern to haribo. this year i found christmas chocolates in my fridge at easter and whenever vida e wants to give me a lindt i want to ask them if i can rather have some chips with my coffee. so no, i am even a fan of chocolate. gasp! what? the horror! i know, what kind of girl am i to not like chocolate? insert shaking head here.

the one thing i always did like was cake. probably because i was a bit deprived as a child when it came to cake. we would only have cake occasionally for a sunday afternoon treat.  my dad and i usually shared a slice of fruit cake. today we have tart, back then we had fruit cake and it usually involve canned fruit drenched in colour coordinated jelly. he ate the fruit and i ate the dough. it was perfect as we each got the part we liked best. for a big birthday party of his he once ordered crates of little fruit cakes with vanilla cream and berries. i do vividly remember that i ate all the left over ones including the fruit, they were just that good.

so moving here i fell in love with cassis not only for their macarons, which i still declare the bestest ever (i have yet to have ladurée), but also their little fruit tarts which are perfect for a single person’s appetite. the other day i was very excited to have gotten the last one. getting the last one of something always makes me feel special and extremely excited. even better it was a random wednesday and they told me i could pick another little cake. it was 2-for-1 day and yay for me. now i didn’t feel so excited anymore for getting the last fruit tart as there was no other. only chocolate left. i almost refused my free cake; this shows you just how little i care about chocolate.

cupcakes are also quite uninspiring to me, after all it is just dough and icing…bleh. i almost cried with disappointment after finally going to magnolia bakery in nyc to have one of their famous cupcakes. one does wonder how they ended up starring in so many movies and tv series when it was more icing with cupcake than a cupcake with icing, too dry and overly sweet; something my mum would refuse with the words i’m not spoiling my figure for junk. 

then tamboerswinkel opened and i tried one of their red velvet cupcakes with cheesecake icing because i have yet to eat anything there that i don’t like. it turned out to be a revelation and thanks to them i have developed a proper sweet tooth over the past few months. that is becoming a problem considering that i already have a wine and pasta addiction. it has even gone so far that i had an amazing bikram class last night while thinking about making cupcakes myself for the whole class.

about two weeks ago i set my oven on fire grilling bacon. my oven was a piece of shit already so i wasn’t sad to see it go. this oven was also my excuse that all my baking experiments so far have miserably failed been underwhelming. but with a new oven and proper measuring cups i thought how fun it would be to make my own cupcakes. after all cupcakes are no macarons and how card can it really be?

if you expect some beautiful step by step pictures and the recipe for the most glorious cupcakes of all times, go away! that’s how hard it is. 

with this picture, it is hereby official: i cannot bake. i very kindly ask cassis & co for future sweet cravings  sponsorship. i’d share my cupcakes for facebook likes, but i say you like my page as is and if you still want a cupcake i suggest you donate a blanket to charly’s bakery which is giving away a cupcake for each donated blanket.