24 July 2011
In February or March of 2010, I was on my way out of Salt Lake City. I left my job at Planned Parenthood Action Council and took up a temporary position at the Tracy Aviary. I knew I was on my way out of the city in my move back east, but I still had no specific clue as to how my life would look.
So, GF’s parents were kind enough to let me stay with them for a while prior to my transition from the West to DC.
I have many great memories of that time. First of all, I was not working (which hurts a little bit now on the financial front), but I did get the chance to relax, watch television, play video games and simply sit and speak with GF’s family. I remember feeling safe and at home in such a welcoming family environment.
While I had the opportunity to eat many tasty food dishes, one of my favorites was GF’s dad’s coffee cake.
Today, we brought that tradition to our neck of the woods.
After a quick phone call to Utah to clarify some instructions, I took to whipping up my first attempt at the dish. I think it turned out quite well, mainly due to GF eating more than one piece. The best compliment.
I was quite pleased with the dish as well, especially when paired with fresh coffee in a mug GF’s brother made in pottery class. The combination is what I love most about Sundays. Sitting around with homemade breakfast and fresh coffee, while watching television or simply talking about life with a close friend.