Although the hubby's final Immigration Interview isn't until the 6th (read more about that here) he spent all day yesterday in the Capital City completing his fancy-pants immigration medical. I guess they wanted to make sure he didn't have Leprosy or something before joining the American clan. Who knows. Anyway, seeing as Liverpool is all the way across the country from London, Carl booked his coach ticket in advance (I say coach rather than train because the price of train fares were truly bung-your-eyeballs-out- HORRIFYING!) and, after his medical had finished, ended up having a couple of hours to meander around the city centre before catching his coach home.
Now, this next bit of the story is a clear sign that the plump little cupcake God's were smiling down on me yesterday. How do I know that, you ask? To which I reply: because in between the US Embassy doctors office and the coach station sits Wardour Street. Now go ahead and take a wild guess as to what one might find on Wardour Street? Go on, think hard...that's it...keep going, you're almost there... uh huh....yes!...I think you've got it!...ding ding ding ding ding! JACKPOT BABY! One of the new HUMMINGBIRD BAKERY LOCATIONS!
In fact, this very Hummingbird Bakery location!
|(If you look closely you can see Carl in the window taking this picture to show me. Haha!)|
As soon as Carl reached this GOLD MINE of goodness he sent me this picture and I practically pissed my pants with pure excitement. I know that in my mid-20s the whole peeing-my-pants thing should be something of the past, but I could barely control myself because I knew that later on that very same evening I would be sinking my greedy little teeth into a springy, moist, sweet cupcake covered in fluffy smooth buttercream frosting. As I sat daydreaming, I was interrupted by Carl as he phoned from inside the shop to list off the days specials and ask which goodies I wanted him to return home with. Immediately I grinned from ear to ear as I relayed the list of decedent flavors to my mother-in-law, who in her own excitement, jiggled in her chair and made noises normally associated with a fireworks display. Within a minute we'd made our tongue tingling choices and Carl repeated them to the kind man behind the counter who kindly box up 2 vanilla cupcakes, 1 red velvet, 1 coffee frappe, 1 chocolate and 1 black bottom. With our diets pushed to the wayside, Lynne and I giggled like small school children as the realization that we were having a freakin' Hummingbird Bakery cupcake buffet this weekend sunk in.
All throughout the day the hours felt like years, I drooled every time I thought about my tiny treasures making their way across the country and the truth of the matter is that I clock watched from the minute Carl hung up the phone at 4:30 until the time he set foot in the house at 12:15 that night. And as he made his way up the entry stairs my eyes were immediately drawn to the gorgeous pink and brown bag in his arms. Completely disregarding the considerate wifely chat I could have had with my husband, I neglected the 'how was your day baby? I missed you' mumbo jumbo and instead, like a mother to her newborn sextuplets, held my arms out and quietly whispered 'can I see them?' With a smirk on his face and a look that suggested something along the lines of you need help, lady he handed me the bag of cupcakes. Carefully I caressed the perfectly crisp bag and hummed the tune to Peaches and Herb's 'Reunited and it feels so good'.
Last night, at nearly 1 in the morning my mother-in-law and I plunked ourselves on the couch, each with a steaming hot cup of tea and half of a vanilla cupcake (only half because we were trying to act like we were two respectable ladies who were capable of controlling themselves). They were delicious and I can honestly say that I went to bed a happy woman last night - mostly because I knew that in the morning I still had my favorite -a hummingbird bakery red velvet cupcake beautifully packaged in a fancy cardboard cupcake box - waiting for me after my hard work in the gym.
This morning, after an hour and a half in LA Fitness and with 534 calories burnt, I returned home drenched in sweat and stinking to the high heavens. Immediately after the front door shut behind me my stomach began to grumble and I quickly hurried up the stairs and into the kitchen. Now, this is the part of the story where I'm supposed to say that I quickly jumped in the shower, got dressed and THEN dug into my red velvet feast...but that would be a lie. So instead I'm going to tell it how it really was and admit that what I really did was guzzle a glass of water, impatiently dig my cupcake out of that bag like my life depended on it, and chomp a King Kong sized bite right out of the side of that bad boy. Thankfully, I had enough self control to snap this cakeriffic memento before I demolished the rest.
And ya know what? This cupcake was just as fantastic as I remembered. Sweet and fluffy, colorful and sticky and so wonderfully American that it reminded me of the ones my Mom used to make when I was little. Like tiny gems. Like a perfect little ball of heaven. Like sweet childhood memories I never want to forget. The very best.
I have never been so excited for September 6th to arrive in all of my life and I'm so unbelievably appreciative that I'll get the opportunity to visit my favorite bakery one last time before moving back across the pond. I only wish there were a way to cram it into my pocket. I guess the cookbooks will just have to do :)
So keep your eyes peeled Hummingbird Bakery, cause I'll be seeing you very, very soon!