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Remember that day I went to Cupcakes on Pitt and absolutely hated it?

You see, that day wasn’t completely wasted. Leigh and her friends took me to Max Brenner, the shop full of chocolatey awesomeness. I had a thick white hot chocolate, a hot choc of quality and awesomness not tasted since I was in the UK last year*. Seriously, this is a damn good hot chocolate that should be consumed by all and sundry.

But even better than the white hot choc (I know, is this even possible?!) was the mini cheesecake:

This cheesecake was AMAZING. Just the right amount of chocolate on top to complement the best cheesecake I have ever, ever eaten. Just looking at this photo I am transported back to that cafe and I can forget that I ever ate those crappy cupcakes from Cupcakes on Pitt.

This is where I’m going for my birthday this year. Turning 31 is reason enough for me.

* I am so glad that I can still say that I was in the UK last year; doesn’t make it seem as though it was a lifetime ago (even though it was, dammit)

Cupcakes on Pitt

If you haven’t been to Cupcakes on Pitt and have been wanting to – DON’T.

That is, unless you’re planning on being disappointed (like I was).

I’ve been strangely curious about Cupcakes on Pitt; more than a handful of friends have had half-hearted opinions of their wares and I’ve been debating for a long time if I wanted to find out for myself. But the very brave Leigh took me to the Parramatta Cupcakes on Pitt store.

I’ve never been to the Bondi store or the flagship store in the city so don’t know if it’s the norm to not have any decent seating, but I was surprised that there were only about 4 barstools in the shop, and no tables.

While I was choosing which 2 cupcakes to buy, the woman behind the counter kept yelling flavours at me. It was like I was in the middle of Paddy’s Markets or walking through Kings Cross. At least the prices were down to $2.00 from the original $3.50. All the cupcakes looked impressive but I managed to decide to buy a lemon meringue and a passionfruit.

I have to give credit to the packaging; my little bundle of cupcakes made it home in one piece after being lugged around multiple laps of Parramatta Westfield.

The cakes themselves were dry and plain. The passionfruit icing was fake-tasting and the meringue was rubbery. The nicest part was the tiny amount of lemon under the meringue.

Overall, a thoroughly disappointing experience. If you’re looking for a nice cupcake cafe in Sydney, then Cupcakes on Pitt is not the place you’re looking for!

Just a little something I whipped up…

Jam Donut Cupcakes = YUM

The batter was a bit sticky; probably needed a bit more buttermilk to make the spooning easier.

Once again, Not Quite Nigella proves her awesomeness in the food stakes.

Ladies, I have found perfection

This is what I had for breakfast at Monal Cafe on Enmore Road on Saturday morning:

Yes, that’s a Tim Tam milkshake. Perfect for PMS, stress in general, and any day ending with a “y”.

If I were on death row, this would be my final meal.

Sunday in (Bicentennial) Park

I haven’t been on a picnic in yonks, but now I’ve had picnics 2 weekends running. Today was with Brad and Kerri, Leigh and her kids and Naomi and her kids.

P.S. I think the world is telling me to have childrens cause those things are everywhere.

I decided they could sample the test specimens of cupcake toppers that I’ve made with my new fondahnt cutters. It’s a shame that these cupcakes met the same fate of the last batch of cupcakes to leave the house; they ended up in a melted heat in the sun. Whoops.

At least they looked good for about an hour. Mental note: yellow colouring in the buttercream icing next time.