So I am really into cupcakes. Why cupcakes, you ask? Well, my first response is, duh! because they’re lovely. However, there is a back-story. The Cupcake and I have a little bit of history together, to tell you the truth. While, I’m certain in my youth I consumed just as many clown-face cupcakes as the next kid, none of those take the cake when up against the elegant varieties that I am privileged to consume as an adult. This is the story of how I met the Cupcake…
It all began on a wintry day in Greenwich Village. It was my first trip to NYC and a couple of college girl friends and I were headed to what would soon become one of the most life-altering tourist attractions I had ever visited. While, of course, our itinerary included all the normal sites: Central Park, the Statue of Liberty, Chinatown… I was instructed that any decent trip to NYC would not be complete without making a particular stop in Greenwich Village; a stop that has resulted in the launching of this blog; a stop labeled with quite possibly the two most decadent words in the Cupcaking World: Magnolia Bakery.
If you are not familiar with Magnolia from the popular T.V. series, Sex and the City, frankly, you need to be familiar with it. You do not want to miss out on this place. To tell you the truth, the wait-line to get in the bakery was twelve people out the door so, if you’re walking down Bleeker Street, you couldn’t possibly miss it.
As one of the twelve that day, I suddenly developed an acute awareness of my sweet tooth. I actually felt like a kid again at my friend’s birthday party, impatiently enduring the gift-opening so we could get on with the cupcake-eating. Meanwhile, I watched the icing process through the window, fascinated by the icer’s speed and technique until, finally, we shuffled our way past the door, through the cupcake-retrieval system and out with our own box of assorted cupcakes! And let me tell you something. They were nothing like the clown-face cupcakes, no kidding. So it was at 401 Bleeker Street that I fell in love with the Cupcake.
The following spring, I was asked to make the cake for one of my best friends’ bachelorette parties. She had a LOT of friends coming and, in effort to maximize (or perhaps simplify) the execution of this aforementioned dessert,

I decided to make cupcakes, instead. Not long after I made this decision, I spent some time in the local bookstore gathering ideas until one day I discovered cupcake stands! This tree-like centerpiece would perfectly display all twenty-three of my cupcakes, further affirming that cupcakes were a GREAT idea. Thus, I made my first batch! Okay, so I used a pre-packaged box of strawberry cake mix for the recipe…
BUT I doused the cupcakes with sweetened condensed milk (the bride’s request!) and, twenty-three empty baking cups later, I was famous.
From that point on, it seemed I often had cupcakes on the brain. The obsessive thoughts only heightened in number when, shortly after my graduation, I received a cupcake cookbook as a gift. Before knowing exactly what to do with this book, I spent many, many sittings just flipping through the pages and marveling at the photography.
I must admit I was somewhat intimidated by the all-from-scratch recipes, complete with sugared, edible flower garnishes. You see, I never was much of a baker, myself. The few times I tried my hand at the oven, I always managed to botch it worse than Amelia Bedelia. While Amelia got a whole book series of credit for her creative interpretations of simple tasks, such as dressing the turkey with actual doll clothes, I only ever ended up with hot chocolate soup for brownies and baked chicken with a Saran-wrap-turned-glass cover (did you know that if you don’t remove the plastic wrap from a baking dish, it will turn to glass when heated?! Yea.).
My one hopeful thought is this: Rome wasn’t built in a day. I decided that I had to start somewhere so, recently, I began testing out a few recipes at some small gatherings: Honey Chai, Gingerbread with Lemon Glaze, Egg Nog Cupcakes, just to name a few. And I am telling you! Either these must be really, really good recipes (which they absolutely are) or I’m not half as bad a Cupcaker as I thought…
So now, my two sisters and I have started this blog, Three Cups and Cakes, with the basic intent of sharing our Cupcaking adventures with whoever so desires to read our stories. This post marks only the beginning of our venture; but, like a timeless rendezvous with an old friend over a cup of coffee, I have no idea how long or how far we will go with Three Cups and Cakes. To tell you the truth, I’m not even sure how much you can really say about a Cupcake. At the very least my hope for you is that you may find our cupcake stories interestingly sweet. But why cupcakes, you ask again? Well, they are lovely, aren’t they? And I’m quite into them, really.
– Sarah