cupcakes with vanilla butter cream: my hug proxy

My boyfriend’s been away in Finland all week and I’ve been on my lonesome at home. You know what, I have to stop calling him “my boyfriend”. Much like you and I and that cute puppy I wanted to kidnap today, he has a name. His name is Panu. Equal emphasis on both syllables ~ Pah-noo, not P’noo, like so many people insist.

Panu and I, we are quite the opposites. He’s tall, I’m a midget. He’s… not really quiet, but I make a lot of noise. He likes rock, I like breaks. He’s a sci-fi fan (yuck), I like everything but. He loathes karaoke, and me… *coughmikehogcough*. And he’s healthy and well, I eat a lot.

But what keeps us together is that secretly, under his crazy health-nut exterior, Panu also loves to eat. Oh, and we also really like each other.

So while Panu’s away moose hunting and doing man things with his dad, I’ve been at home being a big softie. I miss him, I’m not ashamed to say so, and I dive for my phone every time I get a message, hoping it’s him.

But it’s ok, I’ve survived the week finding comfort the way I know best ~ food. This week alone I’ve been to Inamo, Lantana, Sketch, Hummingbird, Tamarai, Sakura, Prix Fixe, Satay House and Cafe East (oh wow did I just put on three kilos by blogging that out loud?), but somehow there’s still that little gap where my daily dose of hugs used to be.

And what fills gaps better than anything else in this free world? Cupcakes, people, cupcakes!

So doing my bit of the Finnish economy (because dear God, I paid that much for it), I donned my brand new Marimekko apron and embarked on my third baking mission, and I am very happy to announce that my cup cakes are not only adorable, they taste absolutely effing fantastic.

Panu’s back tomorrow and I’ve saved him a few little ‘uns. Sure he’s a health nut but he also has a mad sweet tooth (ah, this is why I like him) and if there’s one thing we quite happily never share, it’s dessert.