I don't know, maybe you guys don't get this dramatic about coffee cake. I think I have a kasus with just being dramatic in general. In fact, I know I do. Samuel has to remind me every day that my life is not, in fact, a movie.
But what am I supposed to think when we are eating dinner by candlelight and the radio just happens to be playing a soft, slow, classical violin solo. What does he expect me to do when it's reaching for one last, lonely high note just as he puts down his fork at exactly the right time and says, "Thank you for dinner, honey."
Naturally I will reach out and touch his arm until the last of the sunset dips below the trees. Then, as the violin fades out , I have no choice but to say "you're welcome" as dramatically as possible.
"This isn't a movie," Samuel says, yanking his arm away.
I shake my head, blinking hard as I snap out of it, "Are you sure? It really just seemed like it..." I say.
But you can still trust me, I am not just being dramatic when I say this coffee cake is the portal to a crunchy cinnamon paradise of apple heaven. Okay, I am being dramatic, but it's also true! Plus it's whole grain and fruit in it, so basically it's healthy. Right?
I have to give the credit for the idea of this recipe to my mother-in-law. She wanted to bake something that I could eat that would be gluten free, so she asked me if you can just replace flour with oats in a coffee cake.
"Um... I don't know. I mean I usually grind them up in a food processor or something to make flour, but, it might work, I think. Maybe. I mean, I'm really not sure. I guess it could work. But. Well. I don't know. It could be crumbly. I just don't know. I mean..."
"Okay, well I'm going to try it."
That's the kind of boldness you need when you're inventing new recipes.
That coffee cake turned out so delicious that I emailed her when we got to Germany and asked her for the recipe. Turns out she didn't have the recipe, so she said to just replace the flour with oats in a regular coffee cake recipe and then put sliced apples on top.
As I mixed up the batter, I got nervous. I started sweating and glancing around nervously. The oats were just swimming around in the liquid of the batter. This couldn't be right. I gulped loudly.
"Not a movie!" came a voice from the next room.
There really was no reason to fret though. The oats absorb the moisture, just like they would if you were making oatmeal. Pretty neat. Enjoy.
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