This cake was almost the death of me.
Actually, that should be cakeS. These cakes were almost the
death of me. Sweet, delicious death.
I got it into my head that I wanted to make a coffee cake.
But not just any coffee cake. No, I needed one that was warm and spicy and speckled
with apples. One that was so purely autumnal it warmed the tummy and the soul.
Plus, it needed to be covered with streusel because, let’s
be real, coffee cake is just a vehicle for streusel at the end of the day.
I made one cake, and it was good. So good I shared majority
of it with my neighbors and coworkers because I didn’t want to eat the whole
thing. It wasn’t winning any awards in the looks department though. I knew I
could do better.
