
The first cup of coffee I ever had was in 5th grade Spanish class. My teacher brewed up some hot decaf coffee and served with a scoop of vanilla ice cream in celebration of a special Spanish holiday that I can’t recall. I forgot the reason behind the celebration, but I never forgot that coffee. I’m pretty sure everyone just drank the creamy top.


One bite of this and I’m 10 years old again sneaking into the kitchen to pick off a chunk of the crumb topping from this fresh baked coffee cake. Between me and my two siblings, and quite possibly my dad, the cake was in sad shape by the time the guests came and mom was ready to serve. Poor mom!