In Philly, there are many traditions to elicit a Snow Day from the snow gods: turn pajamas inside-out, freeze socks, brush one’s teeth with the opposite hand, sleep with a silver spoon under one’s pillow, who knows. (And yes, one always capitalizes “Snow Day.”) This week, I came upon a recipe that is sure to help a Snow Day along.
Overnight Cinnamon Coffee Cake (and a Snow Day pro-tip)
2 cups of gluten free flour mix
1 teaspoon baking powder
1 teaspoon baking soda
1 teaspoon cinnamon
1 teaspoon salt
⅓ cup butter
⅓ cup applesauce
½-1 cup maple syrup or sugar
1 cup buttermilk, sour cream, or plain yogurt
½ cup sugar
2 tsp cinnamon
2 ounces cream cheese
2 tablespoons butter
½ teaspoon vanilla extract
¼ teaspoon salt
1 cup confectioners' sugar
1-3 tablespoons milk
Combine the ingredients for toppings and set aside
Grease and flour a 9X13 pan
Mix flour, baking powder, baking soda, cinnamon and salt.
Cream butter, sweetener, and applesauce together, then add eggs.
Add dry ingredients to butter mixture alternately with buttermilk, beat well after each addition.
Spread batter into pan and sprinkle topping mixture over the top.
Cover and refrigerate overnight
Put cake into a cold over, heat the oven to 350 and bake for 50-60 minutes
If you don't get a Snow Day out of the recipe, sweeten the deal by making a quick icing. I like to cream all of the ingredients except the powdered sugar and then add milk until it's the consistency I want.
Bottom line: whether it's a Snow Day or lazy Sunday just got nicer thanks to this coffee cake that can be popped in the over first thing with no morning hands-on time required (unless you add the icing).
made with pecans on top, but I personally suggest skipping the nuts
One faith is bondage. Two
are free. In the trust
of old love, cultivation shows
a dark graceful wilderness
at its heart. Wild
in that wilderness, we roam
the distances of our faith,
safe beyond the bounds
of what we know. O love,
open. Show me
my country. Take me home.
I have this post scheduled as tomorrow (Monday) will be my Grandma’s funeral.
I considered reading this poem as part of her eulogy, but in the end, I decided that it spoke more to me than it did of her personally. Nonetheless, I want to share it here with this picture from her childhood. She was the eldest daughter and I am guessing that she was around fiftten in this family photograph…maybe younger?
The mornings now leave frost in the lawn out here at the edge of town. We are staying with my Grandpa, in the house he built. My Grandma has left this life. Her tiny tired body knows true rest now. These days have been filled to their brims with such busy activity. But in the quiet of this morning, there is this moment of stillness. I want to stay right here.