So, I was commenting on a post about what identifies Chicago, (thanks, Lorraine), and I posted a picture of Abundance. Bakery. I couldn’t believe that I was publishing an issue of Garden Spices Magazine on the topic, Abundance and that I had not thought of my Chicago crave or the place that satisfies it. My must-have on my visits…the delectable Uncle Villy’s Upside-Down Cupcake(s), from Abundance Bakery. Notice the plural? Just one won’t do. I can never wait long enough to get to the Bronzeville bakery to buy one; Co-owner, my sistah-friend, Janice Ball has to bring me my stash, which I guard and savor like Cujo. I’m like the Godfather eating his cannoli; it’s serious. What?!!!
Quick story: My friend, Pat Kline had a gathering for me at her home. As usual, friends mingled throughout her home. I was upstairs when Janice rang the doorbell and entered the kitchen. As grace would have it, I was by myself in the kitchen, where she handed me my golden goose – the cupcakes. I went into stealth mode and hid them behind one of the appliances. Was there enough to share? Never…until I get my first bite. I went back downstairs to mingle. Venturing back upstairs for whatever, (certainly not to have a bite of cupcake), I noticed one of my nieces, Iman, eating
one of my an Uncle Villy. I looked at Pat, with horror and asked, “Where did that cupcake come from?” She pointed to the bag that was clearly mine.