CC sent me an e-mail that read
Stranger With Cupcakes
If you’re too old for trick-or-treating and too wise to plunge into the mosh pit that is the line at Magnolia Bakery, try one of Amy Sedaris’s Halloween cupcakes, available at Joe, the new West Village coffee bar. The actress, writer, and sometime Mary’s Fish Camp waitress bakes, decorates, and delivers these little gems herself—but only when the spirit moves her. When she negotiated the cupcake gig with Joe owner Jonathan Rubinstein, “it was funny because it was all negatives,” Sedaris says. “I was like, ‘I don’t know when I’ll bring them in, never call me at home, I only take cash,’ and Jonathan was like, ‘Great!’”
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which made me remember that when Laureen was visiting a couple of weeks ago, we were scheming over how to make it so Amy Sedaris becomes friends with us. Not knowing anything about her except that she likes to make cupcakes, I think Amy Sedaris and I would really get along. The thing is, what else do you need to know about someone? You either like to make cupcakes or you don’t. You either are a serial killer or you are not. If you like to make cupcakes, chances are good you are not also a serial killer. I recognize that this statement has no scientific basis. I am not a scientist, I am a maker of cakes. There is cake logic at work here.
So. Here is why we would really get along:
She likes to make cupcakes. I like to make cupcakes. Well, I like to make cakes, I haven’t actually made a cupcake in a long time, if ever, but isn’t a cupcake just a small cake? Really, a cake in a cup? And I have small hands, so I would probably be good at small, cup-sized cakes.
She sometimes works at Mary’s Fish Camp. I have tried to go to Mary’s Fish Camp. Twice. Both times I couldn’t make myself wait an hour for a table. But I would like to finally make it into the dining room one day, I hear it is very tasty in there.
She is funny. I mean, hello, truly, I have been known to be funny. It is hard in French, but in English I do okay. Once I even made a joke in Chinese. Maybe this will be funny to just two of you, but here it is: “They put the nan in nan ren.” Wait a second, just today I was funny in French. Hector was talking about keeping all his tarts to himself, so I said, “C’est Hector qui ne veut pas partager ses tartes. En fait, il ne veut pas tartager.” At which point he looked kind of pained, but let me tell you that Maud and I beat the table and snorted and laughed.
If Amy Sedaris and I were friends, we would just sit around all day and laugh and make cupcakes, and then we would go to Mary’s Fish Camp for dinner, or at least I would go and wait in line and she might go to work. But if we were friends, she might put me at the head of the queue.
(I know this—except for the Mary’s Fish Camp part—is already what I seem to do all day with my non–Amy Sedaris friends. It is a good life. So but you also see how well she would fit.)
There is an interview with Amy Sedaris and Todd Oldham in an old issue of Bust magazine, and they say that sometimes Amy Sedaris gets sketchy fan mail, and then Todd Oldham deals with it for her, because they are BFF. I am starting to think that if Amy Sedaris read this, she might turn me over to Todd Oldham rather swiftly. Well, I guess it would be okay to be friends with Todd Oldham, too.
Stranger With Cupcakes
If you’re too old for trick-or-treating and too wise to plunge into the mosh pit that is the line at Magnolia Bakery, try one of Amy Sedaris’s Halloween cupcakes, available at Joe, the new West Village coffee bar. The actress, writer, and sometime Mary’s Fish Camp waitress bakes, decorates, and delivers these little gems herself—but only when the spirit moves her. When she negotiated the cupcake gig with Joe owner Jonathan Rubinstein, “it was funny because it was all negatives,” Sedaris says. “I was like, ‘I don’t know when I’ll bring them in, never call me at home, I only take cash,’ and Jonathan was like, ‘Great!’”
141 Waverly Place
212-924-6750
which made me remember that when Laureen was visiting a couple of weeks ago, we were scheming over how to make it so Amy Sedaris becomes friends with us. Not knowing anything about her except that she likes to make cupcakes, I think Amy Sedaris and I would really get along. The thing is, what else do you need to know about someone? You either like to make cupcakes or you don’t. You either are a serial killer or you are not. If you like to make cupcakes, chances are good you are not also a serial killer. I recognize that this statement has no scientific basis. I am not a scientist, I am a maker of cakes. There is cake logic at work here.
So. Here is why we would really get along:
She likes to make cupcakes. I like to make cupcakes. Well, I like to make cakes, I haven’t actually made a cupcake in a long time, if ever, but isn’t a cupcake just a small cake? Really, a cake in a cup? And I have small hands, so I would probably be good at small, cup-sized cakes.
She sometimes works at Mary’s Fish Camp. I have tried to go to Mary’s Fish Camp. Twice. Both times I couldn’t make myself wait an hour for a table. But I would like to finally make it into the dining room one day, I hear it is very tasty in there.
She is funny. I mean, hello, truly, I have been known to be funny. It is hard in French, but in English I do okay. Once I even made a joke in Chinese. Maybe this will be funny to just two of you, but here it is: “They put the nan in nan ren.” Wait a second, just today I was funny in French. Hector was talking about keeping all his tarts to himself, so I said, “C’est Hector qui ne veut pas partager ses tartes. En fait, il ne veut pas tartager.” At which point he looked kind of pained, but let me tell you that Maud and I beat the table and snorted and laughed.
If Amy Sedaris and I were friends, we would just sit around all day and laugh and make cupcakes, and then we would go to Mary’s Fish Camp for dinner, or at least I would go and wait in line and she might go to work. But if we were friends, she might put me at the head of the queue.
(I know this—except for the Mary’s Fish Camp part—is already what I seem to do all day with my non–Amy Sedaris friends. It is a good life. So but you also see how well she would fit.)
There is an interview with Amy Sedaris and Todd Oldham in an old issue of Bust magazine, and they say that sometimes Amy Sedaris gets sketchy fan mail, and then Todd Oldham deals with it for her, because they are BFF. I am starting to think that if Amy Sedaris read this, she might turn me over to Todd Oldham rather swiftly. Well, I guess it would be okay to be friends with Todd Oldham, too.
posted by stellou at 5:05 AM
6 Comments:
umMMM. i was reading someone's website and they linked to someone's website, and there was a link there to gothamist, so that's where that email came from. also i emailed you a picture of the cupcakes, which had evil little halloween toys stuck in the frosting... but maybe it did not attach properly? i think amy sedaris's cupcakes might jump out and scare yours, which i'm sure would be pink with little red and white heart-shape sprinkles. luckyyyyyyyy.
yah, no, totally there was image attached to the e-mail, i just didn't put it on here. maybe amy sedaris's cupcakes would leap out and scare mine, the kind of thing where as if you are mr. bean holding his stuffed-toy bear, you take the scary cupcake and wave it about in front of the non-scary cupcake and say "boo!", and then i would make the non-scary cupcake go, "aaaa!", but then we would sit around and laugh about it, because we would be friends, and then we would eat the cupcakes.
i saw elsewhere a cupcake that amy sedaris had made once, and it was, like, coconut or something, or at least topped with white frosting and white coconut flakes, so it made a poufy ballerina skirt for the plastic ballerina toy she'd stuck into the top of it, now that is luckyyyyy.
Aaah, yes. I read the post that bowb would have read, and then I read this one... and I was thinking for a moment... "Amy Sedaris in two posts, right after one another ... Is the universe telling me to hurry quickly and make the cupcakes already?". But then I remembered I threw out the creamy white icing from earlier on in the week.
6 degrees of separation of the blogosphere
I got the Chinese joke (again) but not the French one.
Can I be Todd Oldham's friend too?
Saffron!! You. threw out!! the creamy!! white!! frosting!! Oh, well. Best to have thrown it out before it became globby green frosting, I suppose. But, oh, the cupcake possibilities... What would Amy Sedaris think?? :-p
Tym: Eh, you want to be Todd Oldham's friend, you go to his blog and ask him lah!
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