Earlier this week my colleague Michelle arrived at work with a box of home-baked creations, dainty little things with rainbow sprinkles. I eyed them suspiciously in their pretty paper cases, trying not to be taken in by their good looks. The thing is Michelle has a cake-baking reputation. A founder of the Cake Club at work, she makes amazingly decadent things. Her last contribution was a towering chocolate layer cake that sat dangerously close to my desk for much of its short life.
So the cupcakes just had to be tasted, and tasted there and then whilst I still had a long black from Gwilym Davies’ coffee cart steaming in its paper cup. Hesitantly I peeled back the case and took my first bite. A perfect balance of vanilla and butter and sweetness, it was deliciously moist. Not bland or dry. Not cloyingly sweet. It just came together perfectly in a mouthful of goodness.
Sadly though, you can’t try one. They’re all gone. And until Michelle finally gives into the hungry masses and opens her Magical Cupcake Emporium to the world you will just have to imagine. Or make your own of course (I’m told the secret is organic ingredients and an American recipe).
Gwlym’s Davies’ coffee cart, on the other hand, is fully open for business at the Whitecross Street market on weekdays from about 8am till 2pm. Gwilym, who recently won the World Barista Championships, is rarely seen but the other baristas there generally do a great job, pulling a rich dark espresso from Square Mile beans.
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