I promise I wouldn’t make a claim like that unless I really meant it, but I really mean it. I’ve been making this coffee cake for a few years now, and the fact that I keep making it, time after time is a testament to how wonderful it really is. Until I brought myself to buy a 9″ cake pan, I used to make it in an 8″ and then make a mini one with the extra batter, and I’d give it to my uncle who would polish it off in one sitting. I’m not kidding here when I tell you that you could break heats, win hearts, and get everything you’ve ever wanted just be serving this coffee cake to somebody.
Usually I try not to repeat recipes, because it’s so much fun to try new things and make new discoveries. But sometimes there are recipes that you stumble upon, and for one reason or another they just stick with you forever. This is one of the select few, and I doubt I’ll ever stop pumping them out of my kitchen. Another great feature of this cake is that it comes out deliciously every time. This past weekend, I didn’t have buttermilk so I made my own substitute (skim milk and lemon), and used sour cream in place of yogurt, and it was still perfect — maybe even more than perfect. The point is, you can make all of your desired alterations, and the cake still has this magical way of ending up creamy and caramel-y and moist and incredible. It’s truly a wonderful thing.
I usually only make the cake for special occasions — it’s not particularly difficult, but the end results seems too good to make on a regular basis. It is the most moist, complex and utterly delicious breakfast treat that I have ever come across, even when compared to some of the professionally made baked goods I’ve tried at my favorite bakeries. This time I made it for my mom’s big birthday weekend, and it was enjoyed by all. It’s one of her all-time favorites, and fortunately for the rest of my family, we feel the same way too.
I wish I had the recipe with me so that I could share the wealth, but this particular recipe comes from a back-issue of Cuisine that lives in my parent’s kitchen. The pages of that particular issue are covered with buttery fingerprints and crumbs of brown sugar streusel – the magazine will never be the same, but I think it holds within it the love and happiness that comes with repeating the recipe time and time again. Unfortunately now I’m back to being stuck in the confines of dormitory life, and this time little room barely offers me space to sleep, let alone keep stacks of old magazines piled up for safe keeping. But I’ll b sure to post it if I remember the next time I get my hands on it — I’m sure I’ll be making it again soon before too long.
The weekend was a fantastic time, filled with love, happiness and lots of baking. It’s amazing how the idea of home and family changes as you get older — it just seems so much more special and sacred, and this weekend was a perfect example of that. And one of the best parts (aside from my family, of course)? This was only the first of three baking excursions in those two short days! So I’ll be back very soon. But until then…
With love, and sugar.
**UPDATED: April 2012** A reader asked me for this recipe, and since I didn’t have a copy on hand I dug it out of my parents basement, and am recording it here for easy reference next time I decide to make it!