You know this whole NYC-is-crazy-for-cupcakes thing? Totally buying it. It’s my birthday and I have decided — nay, deemed — that I shall have cupcakes. And then, just for good measure, I shall also have cupcakes on days that are not my birthday.

Every time I watch CHOCOLAT (one of my favorite movies, which, come to think of it, I should get for my dad, as I think he’d really dig it, and oh — man phat Alfred Molina love here, by the way), I want to open up a chocolate shop. You know, along with a yarn store and a used bookstore specializing in out-of-print occult and folklore. After five minutes of bakery surfing for that perfect birthday cupcake establishment, I think I can add “pastry chef and cupcake shop owner” to my list of life’s ambitions. Dad always did tell me that owning my own bidness was the best thing, so he might even approve of this train of fantastic thinking.

Ah, I’m getting ahead of myself. Better stay on-task:

All Cupcakes, All the Time: a blog that could get me in a lot of trouble
Sugar Sweet Sunshine, starring OMG!-red-velvet!! cupcakes
International Cupcake Tour: go team!!
Cupcake Cafe: has an outpost right next to Books of Wonder
Baked (I’ll forgive ‘em the ironic hipster aesthetic if the goods taste good — oh wait, it’s in Red Hook so that’s ok)
And, of course, Magnolia

Because it is my birthday, I have created a new category for future blog posts entitled “cupcakes”. Who knows where this could all lead…