That's kind of funny, because years ago, I used to bake coffee cakes quite often. Back in the days when I was 19, I had just moved out of my parent's house for the first time, and was living in Dayton, OH. For some reason, I baked a lot. Most kids smoke, drink, do drugs, or party hard when they're 19, and out on their own for the first time.
But, not me. No, Ma'am. For some reason, I decided to embrace my inner Betty Crocker and bake. Go figure.
The coffee cake from this morning turned out really well. I had forgotten how much I enjoy them!
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