Earlier in the week, I promised you I would be posting my grandmother’s banana bread recipe today.
Earlier in the week I was only incubating the spring cold that has now taken up residence in my sinus cavity.
My denial of the “I don’t feel so great” signs has finally proven futile and this morning’s efforts to edit photos and string thoughts together has resulted in me finding myself staring at the computer screen only to periodically “come to” and wonder how long I have been staring at the computer screen in my head cold fog.
I am calling it a day – at 8:27 am. Pillow. Blanket. Couch. Coffee.
Hot tea would be more poetic and would seem more soothing but black coffee runs through my veins and is my comfort.
All is not lost!
I get to lay on the couch and watch movies all day – except for the Target run I have to make, the kids I have to pick up from school, the daughter I have to run to a pool party after school and then pick-up two hours later and the pizza order I have to place for dinner. Hey, when your head feels like it weighs 500 pounds and is being squeezed in a vice, the “super mom reserves” run out quickly.
My youngest will get to play far too much Skylander Giants on the Wii and while you won’t get banana bread today, I am going to share coffee cake with you.
Well, you have to make it yourself. But that’s part of the fun. And you don’t want my germy self making coffee cake for you anyway.
I’ve shared this recipe before, not too long ago but it is worth repeating.
My blogging friend Kenley over at Green Door Hospitality mentioned my Salted Pecan Coffee Cake on her blog today – THANKS KENLEY! This recipe originated with my grandmother and I added a few special touches – think Fleur de Sel and maple glaze.
I thought this might be a good substitute for grandma’s banana bread for anyone who might have missed it or wants a delicious idea for the weekend.
I promise I’ll get the banana bread post up next week. Until then, I hope you have a wonderful weekend enjoying a little coffee cake with someone you love.
As for me, there is a couch and a cup of coffee calling my name.