I was so picky as a child. Now that I’m an adult I’m realizing all the delicious food I missed out on because I was too scared to try something new.
Caesar salad, Bruscetta, Caprese salad, coffee cake.
Yes, even something with the word cake in it caused trepidation. Perhaps it was the word coffee. Either way, when I finally tried it I was pleasantly surprised and became an immediate fan.
It’s hard not to.
My grandma Florence often had this coffee cake sitting on her round kitchen table when my family would go to visit. My parents would sit with Florence and Arnie drinking black coffee and having a bite of coffee cake, while my siblings and I would play with these antique metal cars in the other room. I can still vividly picture the stairway leading up to their apartment, even though it’s been years and years since we’ve been there. All of my grandparents have passed, and oh I wish they could have met David and Luke. I’m glad, though, that I can carry some of their food traditions on for my kids!
My grandma liked to bake. My dad told me she would randomly bake pie’s during the week for no reason other than to have pie. That’s my kind of lady.
And her coffee cake is simple and delicious. It’s perfect for a baby shower, a coffee date with some girlfriends, or just a random morning in the week!

Florence’s Coffee Cake
This recipe is for two 8 inch coffee cakes. If you only want to make one, halve the recipe.
1 cup su...