If you are just reading this blog for the first time, you should know that I (as well as my Husband) love to eat at new places. While living in Albania, we bought a little travel guide titled “Tirana in Your Pocket” that listed the best restaurants in the city. Our goal was to eat at every single one of them. Sadly, we did not complete our goal, BUT we were very, very close! I even had a little rating system consisting of smiley faces, check marks, and sad faces to rate my experience at each location; it was a solid system.
Now in NYC, we are fully aware that eating at every single restaurant is not only impossible, but so not worth our time and money. We thought about eating at all the best reviewed restaurants, but after some research we discovered that it would cost us about $890,988 and quickly scrapped that idea. Instead, we are just eating at as many different, unique, and well reviewed places we can find (and afford).
New York is pretty famous for it’s bakeries. We have had some mouth-watering desserts at Magnolia’s, Crumbs, Two Little Red Hens, and Milk and Cookies. All were great, but there is one dessert place we have put off visiting: Sprinkles.
I’m sure by now you’ve all heard of Sprinkles, tried them, or even made them with the mixes they sell at William Sonoma. Husband and I have not because, for one, we aren’t big cupcake fans and secondly, it just didn’t seem like a New York “must-do”. Sprinkles was started in Beverly Hills and is all over the place now, and there are just so many other New York based bakeries. Husband, however, has been asking to try Sprinkles for a while now, and this week seemed like a good time to cave.
During my day off, (Yay for Yom Kippur! and also sorry for the sacrilege…we were fasting, spiritually) we took a walk around Midtown and happened to find ourselves right in front of Sprinkles. Belle was with us, but sadly was forced to wait outside with Husband as I ordered dessert.
They had lots and lots of delicious looking cupcakes with flavors like chocolate marshmallow, pumpkin, and gluten-free red velvet. After much debate (mostly because I was in line for 20 minutes) I decided on one German chocolate and one ginger lemon.
When I got home I decided to document the story of our dessert with pictures, just like my high school French teacher.
During my four years of French my very smart and eccentric teacher (who taught us very little French btw) would go to Paris every summer, and return with a slideshow to share with the class. During every slideshow he would show us a series of pastry pictures that would go like this: pastry shop, bag of pastries, box of pastries, opened box, contents within the box, and empty box with only pastry crumbs. These were always my favorite pictures.
So, in honor of Mr. Hanks, here’s my story.
(I was too full to remember to take an “empty box with crumbs” shot, woops…well you get the idea.)
The end. Now excuse me while I see if my workout clothes still fit.