I feel like the best way to start this blog is to explain the thrill I had last night in finding the Flirty Cupcake truck for the first time. I only recently discovered it on twitter, and once I did I started following it's every move. Well, upon arriving to my boyfriend Ian's apartment I see that the cupcake truck is in Lincoln Square. My heart started pounding and I knew I had to go and find it with him. So we wandered out (without internet phones) to hunt it down. We got there early and I couldn't find it. Discouraged, I started roaming up and down the streets hoping they didn't run out (as if I know anything about the quantity of cupcakes that a truck can hold.) Finally, I saw it and I started to run... and then stopped because I felt like chasing down a cupcake truck is a little pathetic for someone my age.
We eagerly stood in line waiting our turn. I chose a peanut butter cupcake and Ian chose a butterscotch one. Just for good measure we got their "McDreamy" cupcake to last through the weekend. It was utter bliss and worth the mild stalking that took place.
I find this kind of thrill in just about everything that has to do with food (and shoes, but that's another story.) I hope to continue to find this as I explore what I'm capable of and as I watch what others do in their kitchens. In the words of Julia Child, "Bon appetit!"