Jilly's Cupcake Bar

Dear Reader,

I have not dropped off the planet. I have not deserted you never to be seen or heard from again. Fear not, I have merely been swallowed by the throes of house hunting and the pathos of trying to buy a house. I’ll let you know how that goes... If I live to tell about it.

For now I will endeavor to share some sweetness with you as a friend did with me. As many of you know, Mom and I were in St. Louis, MO recently on business for my dad. Since we are all about mixing business with pleasure I made sure to do some checking on what kind of fun could be done in the teaming metropolis we were bound for. Thanks to The Cakespy we found Jilly’s.

Jilly’s is a cupcake bar.

Cupcakes are my new obsession.

I was fated to encounter Jilly’s

Her cupcakes were destined to be a part of my life (and hips) forever.

The décor was sweet.

The staff was sweet.

The merchandise was sweet.

'Aaaaaaaaaa! I can’t stand it, the sweetness is sucking me in…'

'Whaaaaaa! What if I never have another baby girl?'

*snap*snap* 'Hey girl, cut it out. Here, have a sour pickle.'
[crunch] 'Ahhhhh, I’m okay, I’m okay.'

These were more than okay.

They were divine.

I carried them a jillion miles through Missouri, Arkansas, Texas, Oklahoma and Nebraska to make recompense for missing Valentine’s Day with Mr. Loggerhead.

He forgave me. All is well.

Here are the flavors we tried, in case you are in the area and need something wonderful to do/see/eat/savor/dream-about-forever-and-ever-amen.

*This cupcake photo is MIA due to a slick cupcake heist by Jax and [gobble, crunch, munch, slurp, glug, gulp] it was gone.

Not being photographed didn't diminish it's deliciousness one bit, I'm told.

If you aren’t drooling by now you must be dead.

Love,
Sugar Shocked In St. Louis

P.S. To cupcake or not to cupcake… What kinda question is that?