Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens.
Bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens,
Cupcake filled packages tied up with strings
These are a few of my favorite things.
After escaping from the meatloaf cupcake underworld, Dana and I ventured a block North to Molly’s Cupcakes. The sight of the bakery was salve for my soul and its name was music to my ears. Clearly, cupcakes made of meat had done some damage. I was ready to re-pledge my loyalty to the vast world of sweet cupcakes.
We were greeted at the door by a breath of sweet air. And, p.s., they have a bowl of water outside their entrance for any passing doggies or humans desperate for water. Molly’s is quite large and the décor could be best described as a child’s playroom. No complaints here. The tables were small, shiny, and colorful. The chairs and booths followed suit. On the walls, there were shelves of knick knacks (e.g., alphabet blocks) which were then covered by a clear, plastic dome. I like to think the domes were there to discourage kids, much like myself, from using their sticky cupcake fingers to play with the toys. Smart move, Molly’s.
What really sold me on the décor was the set of swings at the bar-like cupcake counter. If you don’t believe me, go see for yourself. But, just so you’re not disappointed, I’ll warn you that the swings are anchored down. Touché, Molly’s.
After leaving many face and hand smudges on the display glass (which shielded the cupcakes from me) I made my final selection—Peach Cobbler, Apple Pie, and their famous Red Velvet. Little did I know, choosing the Red Velvet cupcake would be a turning point in my life. When the server suggested it, I was unsure having had prior not-so-great experiences with the red velvet flavor from other bakeries. I took the plunge only after the customer behind me chimed in about how tasty it was and the server claimed that theirs had been voted the best red velvet cupcake in Chicago. We’ll see about that, Molly’s.
It was a delightfully large cupcake and the girl topped it off with some red heart-shaped sprinkles. In case those sprinkles weren’t enough, they have a “Sprinkle Station” for the brave-hearted. Dana and I chose the bright green table and our forks were already in the cupcakes before our bottoms hit the seats. The cake was dense, moist, and in two words, perfectly sweet. I know now what a red velvet cake is supposed to taste like. Swirled high on top, the cream cheese frosting was thick and creamy. I about broke out in song (Do-Re-Mi).
Later on, Ian and I split the Peach Cobbler and Apple Pie cupcakes (a la mode). The Apple Pie cupcake had a strong apple cinnamon flavor (as it should) and even crumbled like an apple pie. Both it and the Peach Cobbler were topped with a scoop of frosting made from a base of whipped cream. The frosting even looks like a scoop of ice cream. If the Apple Pie and Red Velvet didn’t already have me singing, the Peach Cobbler did. This cupcake had a rich peach filling inside. The whole thing just melted in my mouth. Who says you can’t be a kid again?
When the dog bites,
When the bee stings,
When I’m feeling sad,
I simply remember my favorite things,
And, then I don’t feel so bad.