Dear Entenmann’s Coffee Cake,
It was always a party when you were around. Well, a party that included the four of us and my Grandma, coming over for lunch after church.
But the promise of you, sitting on the counter! Wherever I stood in the kitchen I was aware of your presence, heavy and sweet, loitering with the Globe, fat as a couch cushion and bright in its Sunday funnies clothes. I knew exactly how much of your glaze clung to the inside of your box’s plastic window.
You were a decadence. You weren’t exactly your cousins, Entenmann’s Soft’ees Assorted Donuts, but they were vacation food. You were something we could have on a normal Sunday. If Grandma were coming over.
We recently found lemon bread at the grocery store – it smells like you. And it’s good. Not quite as good. But then, who is?
Thanks for the happy times,
-e.