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Have you checked in on Society Bakery since they moved a few numbers up Greenville Avenue late last year? Roshi Muns’ new bakery is now saddled up beside Green Grocer, where it enjoys expanded parking and kitchen space and a nicely appointed storefront to facilitate your cupcake perusal.
Which is exactly what I found myself doing last week when I stopped in to check out the new space. You can’t help but stare, there are so many of them: big, floppy looking cupcakes in various shades of browns, creams, pinks, yellows and other hues. They’re all coiffed with a generous cap of frosting that resembles a cartoonish version of Dallas’ ever-popular up-do.
If eating confection that looks like it’s fresh from the blowout bar is not your thing, there are petits fours the size of Labrador paws, cookies, brownies and other confections plus quiches tucked into puffy pastry. Soups and sandwiches are in the works as soon as things settle down, turning the Society Bakery into more of a Society Café during lunch hours.
I was craving sweet, though, probably because I’d arrived after downing a massive bowl of venison chili, a cheddar biscuit and just for good measure, a BLT.
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I’m not really sure what happened next. I vaguely remember pointing at both a salted caramel cupcake and a petit four, but I’m certain the petit four was not in the box when I got home. I have a vague recollection of moist cake, a whiff of fruit and chocolate ganache, but can only assume the magical cake evaporated on my drive home.
The cupcake was an even hazier recollection. I have a distinct memory of trying to open my mouth wide enough to take a bite of frosting and cake at the same time and then the world went black. I awoke hours later with the slurred voice of a diabetic in the midst of a sugar crash, a dab of frosting on my nose and a smudge of dolce de leche on my chin. My teeth hurt, and yet I was smiling.
That cupcake is a rush.
