Check at one of my old 2010 posts. This post scored me nine free cupcakes. Such a shame that they closed down
Aaah ilovecupcake. For so long I’ve been hearing the tales of the quality tastes and wild aromas of this shop. Finally, I got to experience the delicacies of the magic friends claimed that it performed.
Although the Centurion store is in a bit of an industrial, warehouse-looking site, all the negative images of filthy delivery trucks and sweating construction workers dissipated into the crevices of my mind as soon as I stepped into “Wonderland.”
This ilovecupcake was unlike the others (there is one in Illovo and Parkhurst), for it has a kitchen within the store. Where all the munchie-loveliness is produced. The shop looked much like Barbie’s Dreamhouse kitchen with Spring-coloured counters and displays, and a centred pastel, wooden bench table as well as smaller tables on the wall of the shop for a more cosy feeling. A great venue for high teas or even your 22-year-old daughter’s “Alice in Wonderland” birthday.
There was no mistaking ilovecupcake for anything else. It could only be a delightful pastry store. With vividly coloured “le petit gateaux” flaunted in glass frames and some placed (strategically, if I may add) on the wooden tables in their silver mirror cake dishes. As the aroma of freshly baked goodies enveloped the intimate spaces, I found myself fantasizing about leaping into a cushion of cupcake madness. Devouring anything and everything in sight.
*Snap* Whoops! A bit of drool may have, erm, slipped. Teehee!!
Without wasting another second, I made my selection of Vanilla, Tiramisu and Coffee-flavoured bundles of joy. And stuffed my face with a Vanilla one. Finished in seconds. On the way home, I felt a huge lump of vanilla stuck in my throat. Whenever I swallowed my saliva, a fragment of vanilla flavour travelled to the depth of my tummy.
Having not walked through the door of my place yet, I had already started on the second cupcake. The Tiramisu. The only other time I’d ever tasted Tiramisu was at my 21st birthday party, therefore I have not the faintest idea what to expect. Call me an alcoholic but it an alcoholic hint in its cappuccino-ness (Googled it. I was right. Excellent palate)
Spongy pieces of delightfulness rolled in my mouth, making it sing harmonious choruses to the Lord for gifting me with these human senses. Each piece fluffier than the previous. Each bite filled with the wholesome goodness of a mother’s milk. As Stewie would pronounce: “OH GOD THERE’S ANORGY IN MY MOUTH!!”
ilovecupcake has lived up to every sweet expectation that it has been raved for. I died. Went to heaven. Died in heaven. Came back to life and ate my third cupcake as I was typing this post. The coffee-flavoured one. (I don’t joke when I say I am the cupcake monster) The best one of all three. The icing had just the right amount of sweetness to take me on a journey of ecstasy. An nuclear explosion.
My taste buds will never ever again accept mediocrity.
