![]() Good heavens there are way too many dry coffee cakes in the world. The cake crumb needs to be tender, buttery, a bit crumbly, but still retain structure. Coffee cake has long been a family favorite, and not at any coffee cake will do. Perhaps genetics run deeper than hair and eye color. I’m not sure when, or how, her cravings for this started, but she’s in constant search of coffee cake when we go out these days. It helped use up some of those cherries lingering in the fridge, and served as breakfast the next morning.Ĭoffee cake came to mind thanks to Virginia. This Sweet Cherry Coffee Cake solved two problems. I suspect one of my besties will be shaking her head when she reads that last sentence. ![]() I know, that seems inconceivable to me, too. Still, I needed to do something with these cherries, and didn’t feel like making pie. I pitted and froze some, and ate my weight in some more. Cherry season was coming to an end, and I’d lost my mind, buying more than I could possibly consume. I now found myself drowning in too many cherries. Even the gals at the farmstand said it was the best blueberry muffin they’d ever eaten.Ī couple of days later, not only did my blueberries runneth over. I realize that’s a big thing to say, but try the recipe for yourself, and you’ll see it’s true. ![]() Seriously, those muffins are the best ever. The girls were so excited when they woke up the next morning. I pulled out the spring issue of City Girl, Country Kitchen, and decided to make a batch of my Old Fashioned Blueberry Muffins after dinner. Looking at the containers piled around the kitchen, making blueberry muffins seemed a good way to use up some of them. I’d over bought blueberries at the farmstand. It started as a muffin making session a few days earlier. Such was the case with this Sweet Cherry Coffee Cake. So, when I’m developing new recipes, often I’m trying to recreate something out of nothing more than a taste memory. The rest of the the year, baked goods were either bought from the Italian pastry shop, College Bakery, or courtesy of Entenmann’s. Then the stand mixer came out, gingerbread was rolled almost paper thin, and patience was found to coax butter cookie dough through the spritz press. My mom wasn’t a big baker growing up, unless we’re talking about the month of December.
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