So much misguided European thinking that cupcakes are the same things as muffins, I endeavored to set the record on Saturday. With one of my closest Brussels friends heading back to Singapore, I heated up my easy bake oven and produced a sampling of cupcakes for a Surprise Bon Voyage/Happy January Birthdays/Happy Groundhog Day While We’re At It – Party.
Southern Red Velvet
Coconut Almond
Death By Chocolate
Brussels introductions go like this: “What’s your name? Where are you from? How long are you here for?” Being just a one year-ling, I have had people say they don’t want to invest in short stay transients (but of course not me, they all claim). M was one of the first people I met my first Sunday at church in Brussels and she was undeterred by my drifter status – as she was to let her feet touch the ground longer than I. Since then I have been a regular fixture in her swanky Sablon flat.
After getting over the surprise of being the one left behind, I can’t help but think that I am so going to miss our long brunches and five hour conversations. and the dinners that end in sleepovers when my car got blocked in. oh yes, the sunscreen smelling coconut tea, rice pyramids, chocolate covered spoons and boursin flavoured pasta whenever I was too overwhelmed to cook last fall. and maybe even her bluntness and ridiculous freak outs. but I guess skype will do the trick for the last two!
K (who dj’s on the side), S & J, my first arrivals.
U and T – who dared to bring red wine to my white flat!!
J & V and their amazing apple struedel.
U’s first cupcake. ever.
Yes, special would be the word for them.
And the aftermath:
Not. Actually, this more makes me feel like a bad host by not forcing more wine!
