You know your cooking is good when you’re confident enough to share it with coworkers and, even more confident when it’s with business associates. Where yesterday one of our vendors brought us a pan of her what would turn out to be the most INCREDIBLE home-baked Coffee Cake in the WORLD! Pretty much your basic Cinammon-glazed Coffee Cake, kicked up NOTCHES beyond mankind (in Emeril’s famous words).
I mean, WOW! This was like one of the GREATEST cakes of any kind I’ve ever eaten, and I so do NOT like cake, personally preferring pie. In fact, whenever my birthday comes around, if someone says they’re bringing cake, I tell them, no, I want PIE.
This Coffee Cake had that crumbly, slight crunch from the caramelized sugar and glaze streusel topping, along with a slight toffee “thang” goin’ on, tasting super “cinnamon-ee” (don’t you love those words lol), with just the right level of sweetness, yet not being overbearing. There were no “bells ‘n whistles” such as nuts or dried fruits in it, as it didn’t need it.
However, what really took it to the next level was the super moist and RICH tasting “meat” of the cake, which is usually the last part of the cake I want to eat, typically getting tossed or fed to the birds. Dare I say, this one tasted like “cream cake” that happened to have cinnamon on it. There was essentially something “fatty” about it in a good – no, make that OMG! way, that I couldn’t put a finger on.
While I now know what it is, let’s see if YOU can figure out or guess what exactly is the secret ingredient to this absolutely STELLAR Coffee Cake? I helped out a little by saying how rich, moist and “creamy” it is, but the secret ingredient is quite unusual for this application, at least as far as I’m aware of. Good luck!
P.S. With Halloween a day away, time for a spooky story. And this one’s a true story that happened here.
Several years ago, a friend of my coworker was driving home from work on the H3 freeway, Moanalua bound, about 9pm at night, when she got pulled over in her SUV by a police officer.
Not speeding or doing anything wrong, she asked what was the problem, and the officer told her, “Mam, you need to have your children strapped into their car seat at all times while driving.” To which she immediately responded, “Officer, I don’t have any children.” He insisted, “Mam, there were 3 infant children – 2 boys and 1 girl – waving at me from from your back window, appearing to be jumping and playing around in the rear compartment area of your vehicle.”
She then protested, “Well, you can search my vehicle if you want, I DON’T have children.” She then got out and opened all doors and back hatch, revealing she indeed had no children. The officer had a stone cold look on his face upon this revelation, leaving her to go on her way.
The next day, upon getting into her car to head back to work, she noticed there were children’s hand prints all over the inside of the rear windows of her SUV.
On a more recent note, I don’t have that “6th sense” (ability to see ghosts), but I swear I experienced “something” several months ago at Iolani Palace.
What happened was, I was on a night time walk (solo), getting my exercise, when I stopped by Iolani Palace, as it’s not very often I’m in that area at night. This was about 9pm, where there were a few other people sitting in the grass area in front talking story. The gates close at 10:30pm IIRC. Other than a few lights in the immediately parking lot area, most of Iolani Palace grounds are barely lit at night. I’m not sure if it was the darkness that compounded this feeling, but as I got closer to the palace’ main entrance staircase, there was “something” that was telling me to stay away.
There was like this spiritual “energy” that put up this invisible “force field”, like a spiritual barricade if you will, that was telling me “Kapu”, or “Keep Out”. I mean, every time I attempted to advance closer to the staircase, this “force field” would almost burn me up, where PHYSICALLY I felt this magnetically-charged heat in my body. It was SUPER, SUPER STRANGE.
When I stood back and looked at the windows of the palace, I swear there was someone or some people in there watching me. Perhaps security? Or “someone” else? I don’t know.
Could have been psychological, but it seemed very, VERY real to me. Enough where I immediately got on my cellphone after leaving the Palace grounds telling people what I just experienced. Willies!
That was the ONLY “supernatural” encounter I’ve ever experienced in my life, other than the infamous “black moth” who comes to “visit” whenever a loved one has passed.
Speaking of Obake (Japanese for “ghost”), our Administrative Assistant Diner JM (Japanese herself) this year did the water well ghost girl from the Japanese original horror film classic Ringu, which was later remade in the US as The Ring…
Yeah, the lights are too bright, but hey, this is an office, not a haunted house. Or is it? Haunted that is. lol Oh, and this here “Ringu Obake Girl” idea was super last minute, where she didn’t even have time to fray-out the white dress and make it look worn and torn. Will do for future use!
I was Andre Agassi this year for our office Halloween costume contest. Will post photos of myself later. Gotta’ grow out a “goatie” more to make the match more resembling.