Try as we might, sometimes things just don’t work out.
It’s simply a fact of life.
Logically, I know this to be true. Even so, it offers little solace, especially when the universe conspires against your cupcake quest.
You see, I was supposed to investigate a cupcake shop in South Pasadena. I’d heard of the bakery through Living Social and my deal was due to expire.
Originally, I planned a Monday visit. However, poor time management caused me to reschedule.
Then, allergies hindered my senses for a few days. As a connoisseur, I was in no condition to give a sound review. Resulting in another delay.
Ultimately, I set forth on a Saturday afternoon. Full of optimism, it quickly turned into one of those days where everything seemed to go wrong. Never had I been so confused with navigation, missed exits and wrong turns.
When I did reach my destination, a “Closed” sign hung in their window.
I couldn’t believe my luck.
Although I had checked store hours, calling confirmed they were sold out for the day. Dazed and disillusioned, I made the grueling drove home.
The next day I awoke…without cupcakes.
But I didn’t fret. Instead, I went about my day as planned. I figured if the universe changed my mission, it could correct it.
Sure enough, ideas began to percolate.
I had a new quest – Sprinkles Cupcakes.
A longtime favorite and no doubt partly responsible for my frosting fanaticism, Sprinkles had seasonal selections through March 19 for St. Patrick’s Day.
So I stopped by for their Irish Chocolate Cupcake. It’s a Belgian dark chocolate cake topped with Bailey’s Irish cream cheese frosting.
With a shamrock fondant adorning the cupcake and shamrock sticker affixed to my cupcake box, I hoped the clovers were good omens.
That night, I took my first bite to see.
I will admit, in the past, I’ve always preferred Sprinkles red velvet, vanilla, and lemon flavors. Yet this time, I appreciated the cake’s strong chocolate taste.
And I adore their signature cream cheese frosting. So smooth and rich on its own, the addition of Irish Cream was modest. The liqueur’s note stayed just enough before the next generous mouthful.
In the end, the universe came through with a fortuitous finish to my series of unlucky events.
Pushing my empty plate away, I said thank you for getting me through the weekend, for getting me to my cupcakes.