Cupcake Monday! The London Edition (plus beefs with the Thai gov't and Liz Hurley)
I had zero free time while in London at the weekend for fashion week but there was no way I was leaving sans macarons. Especially as lovely reader Aimee told me that Pierre Herme just recently opened a boutique in Selfridges, and dare I say, they are even more delicious, fresh, and complex in flavours than Laduree. So I decided that Saturday was not going to be a repeat of Friday where I had not even a cracker to eat by 7 pm. Add two champagne receptions to an empty stomach and that's why I later tweeted "I'm drunk at fashion week" (d'oh). I hit the first restaurant I saw once I left Somerset House for reasons of convenience and curiosity - this Thai place had a sandwich board outside which read: "Awarded Best Thai Restaurant in the UK by the Thai Government". Such a ridiculous claim obviously aimed at unwitting tourists made me laugh and I guessed that the food was likely horrid - so naturally I went in and ordered five courses! It was fair at best - actually the Pad Thai was rather tasty - but everything else was kind of meh and the steamed rice was mushy and not even consistently mushy. Come on, there's no excuse for that! And I had to ask for utensils. I must write to the Thai government's Minister of Foreign Eateries and lodge a complaint.
A cake topped with 10 cupcakes from Lola's at Selfridges
So I made a point to actually eat lunch Saturday (by the way, it is not at all like me to not eat, it was the result of an overpacked schedule - I like to have two lunches!) and went to the food hall at Selfridges knowing I'd get something good, and also pick out some macarons. I got a box, one of each flavour. How could I leave any behind? I don't know why I didn't take a photo but they were gorgeous. I ate one dozen in three days. That's not too piggy is it? It's better than one day which I feared might have been their actual lifespan. When I later ate one at the window counter I noticed the person beside me staring, then realised I was whispering 'Oh God, Oh God', over and over. Yes, they are that good.
On the way to the Pierre Herme boutique I walked by a cupcake extravaganza at Lola's and saw my next Cupcake Monday feature. They were happy for me to take photos and there was a glare off the glass display case but you can see how yummy they were. Anyone for a giant £45 cupcake? They've got three kinds!
There were so many temptations but I left without having one, I couldn't eat it right then and a cupcake is not going to travel well!
So what's this about Liz Hurley and beef? Well, while queueing to pay for my lunch at Selfridges I found myself beside an impulse purchase display that was filled with these:
I started laughing and gasping at the same time which looks and sounds great when you're alone in public, I just couldn't believe Liz Hurley - the woman with an accent more uptight and posh than the Queen (well, almost) - was doing beef jerky. Was this a joke? I nearly asked the person in front of me, but then why would Selfridges be selling little packets of beef jokes? (Beef jokey?) I had to buy one to show people. It was still in my official London Fashion Week canvas tote (nice job by Mulberry) when I set out at 8 am the next morning for the 9 am Betty Jackson show (cruel guys, cruel) and I knew I wouldn't be eating until who knows when...so I opened it up on the tube and I hate all 100 calories of it. I have to say, if you've got to eat beef jerky, this would probably be your best bet. It wasn't gross and was nicely spiced. I doubt I'd buy it again and I still think it's weird that Liz Hurley is sprawled out all come hither with a window display of pieces of dehydrated beef above her head, but it was good for what it was. (But I'm still waiting for Liz to jump out and shout 'Gotcha!')