I live on one end of the Victoria line and Ms Cupcake, this amazing vegan bakery, lives on the other. This is the closest I’ve ever come to a long distance relationship and it’s pretty tough, but we’re making it work.
My boyfriend and I ventured to Brixton the other day for a cupcake date. On the tube there I reread a rather significant chunk of Anna Stothard’s The Pink Hotel, which is one of my favourite books. It’s like Rebecca if the nameless narrator was a klepto, with the sleazy bars and hazy heat of Venice Beach as an alternative backdrop to Cornwall. This isn’t relevant at all to Ms Cupcake, it’s just an amazing book and I think you should read it.
Anyway, I had a New Yorker sandwich, which basically tasted like the kind of sandwich a carnivore might grab from a Manhattan deli: lovely chewy seitan beef, red onion, iceberg lettuce, sliced tomato, pickles, mustard and vegan mayo. Important to note: Ms Cupcake occasionally stock bags of vital wheat gluten so you can make your own seitan. I still have a bag from my last trip which I haven’t used yet because it intimidates me. Every time I open my kitchen cupboard, I feel it leering at me in the darkness, judging me for my kitchen cowardice.
We couldn’t pick just two flavours, and as Ms Cupcake is an epic jaunt across the city we decided to buy four flavours and had cupcakes two days in a row like absolute heroes. Clockwise L-R: Chocolate Vanilla, Orange Creamsicle, Peanut Butter and Bacon (srsly) and Jaffa Cake.
Brendan’s serious cupcake face is serious for serious cupcake seriousness.
Ms Cupcake cupcakes are semi-spiritual: as I bit into that pillow of orange creamsicle frosting, I experienced a kind of zen similar to the expression my cat pulls when he catches a fly (something that happens basically never).
No photos of the bacon cupcake because it was eaten late at night like a dirty snack except it was cholesterol free because it was vegan. The cake itself had a deep smoky flavour, the way clothes smell after bonfire night. The peanut butter icing was thick and er… peanutty, and it was topped with vegan baco bits. Okay, it was a bit on the weird side but it works, and we must always salute vegan businesses that are doing exciting flavour experiments because what’s life without whimsy? Trust me when I say, Ms Cupcake is the kind of really special joint that’s worth a pilgrimage to Brixton*.
Whilst I was there, I also picked up Vegan Soul Kitchen: Fresh, Healthy, and Creative African-American Cuisine by Bryant Terry from the bountiful selection of vegan cookbooks on sale, and I got another bottle of Uncle Roy’s natural essence (cherry flavour!) from their awesome baking supplies.
*Disclaimer: distances may have been exaggerated to justify double cupcake expenditure.