Christmas Morning. Warm River on Memorial Day. Easter at Lake Powell. Fathers Day at Hyrum. 4th of July at Lake Powell. Family get togethers. Licking the bowel. The smell of Mom's house. On the boat with friends, eating a whole one after kids went to sleep. Chandra's hate of it, because she thought it was made with coffee. Melting butter. Gobs of honey. So many memories engulf me when I smell Coffee Cake. Sometimes I make it for that alone.
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I just realized I didn't even get a piece of the coffee cake on sunday....It looks good!
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