Meet Me at the Cupcake Café

I have a head for business and a body for sin. Unfortunately, the sin appears to be gluttony.

Life was always easier, reflected Issy, when you were carrying a large Tupperware full of cakes. Everyone was happy to see you then.

Baking is...Life. So when you describe what you're making, you must describe life. Do you see? It's not just recipes..

I want to go to the party!’ ‘I said no.’ ‘I’ve been totally good.’ ‘You shot me with an arrow.

Some’ll rob you blind, some’ll kick you when you’re down, but you spread some good feeling and some warmth about, and people like that. Aye.

Muffins are just an American way of saying, ‘I eat cake for breakfast.

She was at that age now where if she made too much fuss over them everyone assumed she was desperately broody and felt sorry for her, whereas if she wasn’t interested enough she was considered bitter and jealous and also secretly desperate for a baby but not able to show it. It was a minefield.

Email was great, but she did miss being excited by the post. That was probably why people did so much Internet shopping, she reckoned. So they had a parcel to look forward to.

Those were the 4:00 a.m. thoughts, when she felt so worthless and inadequate that it was almost funny. Not funny, but almost.

How lovely to work at something you loved and knew you were great at, even if it was for a pittance and you occasionally got punched.

He was from that generation—the type who didn’t change things just because they were tired of them, or they were outdated. You bought something, or married someone, and stuck with it.