2003 was NOT a good year for me. I was in my last semester of college and applying to grad schools. My first interview was at the
University of Pennsylvania's BGS program, which took place at the end of January. The first night there I woke up in the middle of the night with my right foot "asleep" and tingling with pain. It didn't go away for three months. The second night there, I noticed that my top, front tooth was pink. I ended up needing a root canal. I think this must have resulted from my delayed reflexes during a volleyball match in the Fall of 2002 in which I was hit directly in the face with a volleyball following a ridiculous hit from one of (perennial national powerhouse)
Juniata's star players. I spent the next month driving back and forth from school so that I could have the tooth whitened back from the awful pink color it had been stained.
As you can see...things weren't going well. By March of 2003, the numbness that I had developed in my right foot had now spread to my other foot and to both hands. I couldn't feel it when someone touched the side of my foot. I was bleeding from the nose consistently, constantly exhausted, and coughing up blood. I had been to doctor after doctor, had bloodwork and
nerve conduction studies done by a neurologist, and still had no answers. Of course, being my usual bullheaded self, I was determined not to let this mystery illness slow me down.
Over spring break I travelled to AZ to visit Andrew even though ASU was not on Spring Break at the time. I ended up spending a lot of time at school with him while he worked on an INSANE project for a psycho professor. Because of said psycho professor, I got to meet some of the great people that A had been spending all of his time with that semester. One of those people was Jacob. The last weekend that I was in town we travelled, with Jacob and a few of Andrew's other friends, to LA to go architecture sight seeing (ooohhhh, did you catch the sarcasm?). I didn't care, I was going to CA where I had never been before. Now remember, at this point I could barely walk for more than 5 minutes without feeling like I needed to sit down. The trip was brutal, but by the end of it I was actually feeling a bit better and was starting to think that the warm weather and walking outside were good for my mystery illness. Afterall, this was the year we had the
blizzard of the century in PA.
I returned home thinking that things would be getting better soon. Boy was I wrong! Things just started getting worse rapidly! I was finally starting to think that I was dying (no kidding here). A week later my mom called me and said, "stop taking your
acne medication." She had looked it up online (in a last ditch attempt to determine what was wrong since no doctors seemed to be helping) and read about its ability to cause
Drug Induced Lupus. The symptoms matched mine almost exactly. So I stopped taking the stuff and within a week I was feeling much (although not 100%, more like 50%) better. So what happened during that week I was in AZ when I started feeling better...I had forgotten to take the medication with me on the trip! When I returned I was "rechallenged" with the drug, which is why the symptoms came back so much worse.
So, what does all of this have to do with coffee cake? Well as I mentioned, that was the first time I met Jacob. A year later, Jacob moved in with Andrew, and when I moved in a year after that, we all lived together until for two years until a few months after Andrew and I got married. During that time, we got accustomed to having Jacob, the master chef, in the kitchen. This boy was ALWAYS cooking something, and he's good at it. One of our favorite things that Jacob would make was his coffee cake. We always joked that we needed to make two at a time because after it would come out of the oven, we would just stand around in the kitchen cutting off little chunks and eating them as the cake cooled. Before it was even fully cooled we'd have 50% gone. By the next morning after breakfast, another 25% was gone. Factor in after work snacks for each of us, and the cake didn't even survive 24 hours. However, on those rare occasions where the cake would get to sit for a little longer, we noticed that this thing is like a good bottle of wine...it just gets better with age. So, if you make this recipe (and I highly recommend that you do), make 2 at a time!
Neighborhood Coffee Cake:Filling:1 cup Margarine/Butter
1 teaspoon Baking Soda
½ teaspoon Salt
1 cup Sour Cream
1 teaspoon Vanilla
1 cup Sugar
2 Eggs
2 cup Flour
Topping:¼ cup Sugar
½ cup Brown Sugar
1 teaspoon Cinnamon
Mix Butter and Sugar. Add Eggs and Sour Cream
Mix Flour, Soda, Salt separately
Combine dry ingredients into wet and add Vanilla
Mix Topping in separate bowl
Place about 1/4 to 1/3 of the batter in the bottom of a 9X11 baking dish and spread (I recommend using clean hands as the batter is THICK). Then sprinkle 1/2 of the topping on top of this layer.
Spoon remaining batter overtop of the layer of topping and spread (again, use your fingers and be careful not to mess with the topping layer too much).


Place in preheated oven and bake 30 mins @ 350 degrees.

I forgot to take a picture of it finished because, like I said, it is gone as soon as it comes out of the oven! Enjoy!