Blog 6

      This blog is about one thing, and one thing only. My absolute favorite thing in 

New York. The Met is a world-renowned museum of art. It is located on Manhattan’s Upper East Side on the edge of Central Park. It is one of the worlds largest art galleries, with over two million works. But the Met is not my favorite thing, Cake and Shake is. It is a little blue food truck parked right in front of the Met. It is possibly the greatest thing ever invented, it’s like God smiled upon this specific place and put one purely perfect thing in this world. They sell all-organic cupcakes and have eight different flavors of shakes. Most people set off to the Met in anticipation of the culture and history they are about to immerse themselves in. I, on the other hand, immerse myself in a delicious yellow cupcake with Tahitian vanilla pastry cream and Valhrona chocolate butter creme. Otherwise known as a Moon Pie. 

Let me tell you about my very first time experiencing this life changing cupcake. One crisp fall day last fall I got into a taxi, on a mission with several classmates to get extra credit for Western Civ by going to this stupid exhibit at the Met. All I could think of (other than the fact that 8:30a.m. is an ungodly time for a museum to open) was that I should have hit up the McDonald’s next to my apartment building for an Egg McMuffin... or four. My friends, who have experienced tired and hungry Amanda, promised to feed me as soon as we got out of the cab, before my wrath was fully unleashed. 

As we reached the Met, I bolted from the cab in search of food, and a flash of blue caught my eye. I distinctly remember noticing the cart because it was the exact shade of blue as a Tiffany’s box, which all girls so greatly adore. This cart looked much cuter than the typical halal truck I saw on the street everyday. I got in line and peered over shoulders to view the menu. What I saw on that menu almost made me pass out from sheer ecstasy.  A truck devoted solely to cupcakes and milkshakes! God was obviously smiling upon me when he placed this mecca right in my path on my way to Met. 

After literally a half hour of playing eenie-meenie-minie-moe on the menu (because all the cupcake descriptions looked so delicious I couldn’t possibly choose), I had made a decision. I gave my order to the lady in the truck and waited impatiently.  She reached into the glass and gently picked up a magnificent work of art, with its creamy chocolate frosting swirled on top and biodegradable wrapper, and handed it to me. 

Artists spend their lives making something beautiful that can be shared with the world. The great artisans of Cake and Shake did the same thing for me that day. Most people come to the Met to be enlightened by what is inside, but I was deeply  touched by what sits outside. It wasn’t The Birth of Venus by Botticelli, or Starry Night by Van Gogh, or The Love Letter by Vermeer, but it was the Moon Pie by Cake and Shake.