What is it about coffee cakes that are so irresistible? Or is it just me?
One minute they can be all there, in their entirety, and a little while later reduced down to a few crumbs? Like someone hid it from you. Or stole it and ran away.
If only that were true. No one wants to admit to eating an entire cake in such an unbelievably short period of time.
Thank goodness there were two other people helping me out because it’s so easy to cut a small piece here and another one there. Basically every time you walk by because you just can’t help yourself.
Until there’s just that one piece left. Which may or may not be a good thing, depending on how you look at it.