Guys, I have a confession to make. No, it isn’t that my mixer has a name (sad, I know). Also no, not the fact I am a compulsive shopper when it comes to baking tools, decorations etc. No, it isn’t that I am perfectly happy to stay up until 2am finishing a baking job knowing full well I will be dead tired the whole next day either (also sad, I’ll give you that too). If you have actually met me in real life, I am pretty sure you know where this is going.
So here it is: I lOVE CupcakeJemma and want to be her when I grow up. While it may be a tad too late for me and some may argue I am already grown up, I lay awake at night trying to imagine what it is to be her. To be living my ‘cupcakes, little cutesie bakery in the heart of London, being totally awesome’ dream. What I would say to her if I am lucky enough to meet her one day? Would she think I am a stalker and call the police on me? When I look at her (on YouTube), it is like a magic mirror – very much like me but already a successful, professional baker. Self-taught, no less. Covered in tattoos. Down to earth. Funny. A little crazy. Chasing her dream. Just look at her:
Now quick, follow her on Instagram, susbcribe to her on YouTube and order her book. You won’t regret it. Oh, and wish me luck – I am going to London in a month and I am keeping my fingers crossed to meet her when I go for a cheeky mini cupcake to Crumbs & Doilies in Soho.
P.S. I am baking Whoppie Pies tomorrow. Stay tuned!