When you’re the son of a preacher, your childhood…

When you’re the son of a preacher, your childhood…

When you’re the son of a preacher, your childhood Christmas mornings can be rushed & stressful. So our Christmas breakfast tradition was not a leisurely meal at a heavily-laden table but a Sara Lee butter streusel coffee cake from the freezer aisle at Piggly Wiggly. There is almost no Sara Lee butter streusel in the cold north, as far as I can see, so after years of frustration and deprivation I was forced to try to make one myself, with help from @thekitchn. Verdict: pretty close, and a damn sight better than Entenmann’s. (There is a Baudrillardian lesson in here somewhere, but it’s Christmas, so ctfo)

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