Eating cupcakes again.
I thought there would be more lag time between my last cupcake venture involving booze and now but when my breast feeding adventure gal pal/old college roommate, Astin, mentioned something about her husband bragging about the cupcakes he ate we stopped dead in our adventure plan tracks. To eat cupcakes. We are both fierce competitors (Astin rowed in college while I spiked volleyballs). We couldn't have Astin's hubby taunting us with his cupcake eating accolades, in particular his recent Cupcake Jones mobile upload he used to provoke his wife with. We would have none of it, so we rolled up our sleeves, baby en tote, and headed to the Pearl District's Cupcakes Jones with vengeance.
Cupcakes du jour
Cupcake Jones is an Oregonian family owned business. They don't use shortening, they recycle everything possible, they use all natural ingredients, make everything from scratch (including garnishes) and leftover cupcakes are even donated to a local service agency for the homeless. The menu changes monthly (harnessing the power of seasonal ingredients), with daily flavors featured.
The Velvet Painting, an everyday staple, was a must-try. Even though I don't eat cupcakes, I'm still fascinated by red velvet things in general (hence my red velvet duvet, curtains and former Hollywood apartment carpeting). This was a red velv like never before: red velvet cocoa cake filled with vanilla bean pastry cream, frosted with cream cheese icing adorned with candied rose petal. WOW! The cake itself was very moist, not too sweet and with the vegetable oil tasting hues I love so dearly. Although the vanilla bean pastry cream was nondescript, I'm sure it lent moisture to the cake while the cream cheese frosting completed the package with a lovely tang.
Enter red velv
The Mocha Almond Fudge (a Tuesday special), consisting of coffee velvet cake filled with almond pastry cream topped with fudge frosting and toasted almonds, was orgasmic in description but ultimately a little too sweet for our sporty spice taste buds. The cake was sweeter and drier than the red velvet - having more of a buttery flavor and crumbly texture, and the fudge frosting was just plain impressive on its own.
Look at that!
And last but not least, the Doggie Cupcakes. Yeah, people are weird, but there is no such thing as normal.
Ps. Babies don't care about cupcakes. It's only when they get older.
307 NW 10th Ave
Portland, OR 97209