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It never. stops. snowing.

I tweeted this the other day, but I seriously feel like I am the only person in the northern half of the US who isn’t sick to death of snow by now.  We got another 4″  or so overnight, and with today’s shoveling the drifts are officially higher than our car.  I’d take a picture but I haven’t been outside yet (Jeff missed the bus and drove himself to work).  I think Simes and I are going to take Roxie on a walk later, though, because despite the snow it’s actually not super cold.

Let’s see…it’s been over a week since I posted.  What’s been going on?

I finished an AWESOME project and am dying to show it off but I have to keep it under wraps for a while yet (the recipient checks in here every now and again).  I’m also trucking along on Jeff’s mansocks (yawwwwnnnnnn) and when I finish those I’m going to reward myself by FINALLY casting on for Catkin.  I’ll only be, like, the last person on earth to knit it.  I have some yummy Dyeabolical Tenacious Tencel fingering weight set aside for it.  It’ll be the first thing I’ve knit for myself since, well, those stripey knee socks (which are now hibernating) that I cast on right before we moved to Ohio.  SOMEONE (a pointed look in Simon’s direction) has severely curtailed my knitting time, what with his need for “food” and “diapers” and “stories” and “playing” and “interaction”.  Jeez.

We managed to get our act together and hit storytime on Thursday.  These storytimes are SO much better than the one we went to in LA.  More chaotic, but more fun.  Also, there are at least 4 other pregnant moms in the toddler group (plus the teacher/librarian, too).  I’d try to make friends if I weren’t so damn shy.  And of course the kids are still a little too young to really play with each other, so there’s not even really the whole “hey your kid and my kid like to play together! Want to come to our house for a playdate?” opening.  Ah well.  Moving in 6 months anyway; I’ll just try harder to make more friends in our next city.

Simon was LOVING the tunnels during the free play time:

After storytime was over we weren’t quite ready to go home but didn’t have any errands to do, so I called Jeff and asked if we could take him to lunch (one of the benefits of living 5 minutes down the road from his work!).  We also seized the opportunity to get official “helping Daddy at work” pictures for this office:

Simon is terribly helpful, you see.

Because Jeff and I are boring and old, we didn’t make any plans for Valentine’s Day.  But then it turned out that Sarah was free, and there was a showing of the Lego Movie that ended before Simon’s bedtime, and when the stars align so perfectly you can’t just not take advantage of it.  So we ditched the baby and went on a romantic date to see a kid’s movie (lol).  AND IT WAS AWESOME.  It’s one of those movies that really truly isn’t just a kid’s movie or a grownup movie.  I really can’t remember the last time I liked a movie so well.  Can’t wait to get it on Blu-Ray and share it with Simes when he’s a bit older 🙂

On Saturday we decided to head up to Cleveland and visit the children’s museum, since our last couple of family adventures have been more grownup oriented (the Akron art museum doesn’t really hold a lot of entertainment value for the under-2 set ;-)).  It was a little bit expensive for the three of us to get in ($8/person, even though there wasn’t really anything even remotely interesting for grownups), but Simon LOVED the whole thing so I guess he got $24 worth of fun out of it for all of us.  (Seriously though – since kids get reduced/free admission to a lot of grownup events, doesn’t it seem like grownups should get it for kid events?  It’s not like Jeff and I were personally enriched by the fake grocery store or fire truck setups).

Here is where I spam you, big time.  Sorry (not sorry).

We spent the first half hour or so in a play area that was done up like a farm, for the really young crowd:

Simon spent most of his efforts repeatedly mowing the carpet, but he also took a turn on the tumbling/crawling mats and played with the silo/crops activity.  At one point when we’d just been there for a few minutes, Jeff and I were watching him play and Jeff said to me:  “See how he’s over playing all alone?  I wish he’d play with the other kids.”  I told Jeff, “What do you think we’re doing?”  We looked around and sure enough, across the room was a cluster of other parents all socializing, while we were off in the opposite corner with our arms crossed.

 

At least we know where he gets it 😛

Also, one of the moms in the room was wearing a “flags of the confederacy” t-shirt with camo pants and combat boots.  I’m not sure they would’ve been our type, anyway.

More than the farm area, though, Simes loved the suspension bridge that was in the “city” (bank/grocery store/doctor’s office area):

After a few hesitant steps, he was trotting back and forth across it like a pro.

But the best thing of ALL was the water activity.  This thing was so cool, even as a grownup.  (Maybe I did get my $8 worth after all)

They had rain jackets in every size and step stools for the little ones, and Simon immediately cozied up to the table and set to work.

For a while, his primary occupation consisted of holding his arm over a spout and sending water jetting up his sleeve (so much for the cute little rain jacket).

Explaining his master plan to Daddy:

They had a bunch of bath and pool toys, magnetic fishing poles and random floaties:

 

Further upstream (we were at the downstream end) there were more complicated things set into the table – mechanical water wheels, locks, etc. – but those were arranged at a higher level (apparently for older kids and, you know, gravity) so we didn’t mess with them too much.  Not gonna lie, I sort of wanted to go play, but Jeff wouldn’t let me shove 6-year-olds out of the way.

Once the little dude was thoroughly waterlogged and getting cranky, we headed home (after a full wardrobe change in the car, of course).  He conked out before we even made it onto the highway.  Success!

Sunday was quiet – Jeff judged a mock trial thing and we ran out for haircuts and FroYo – and that was our weekend!  Just right 🙂

We’ve officially reached the stage where I adore sleepy Simon pictures more than ever, as they belie the sheer chaos that encircles his every waking moment.  I look at pictures like this and he’s just so quiet and peaceful and I love it.  But then he wakes up and we go spin in circles and play fetch with the dog and build  massive block towers just to kick them down, and that’s even more fun.

Isn’t he just utterly kissable?

This afternoon we’re making 12-grain sandwich bread:

I use this recipe and Bob’s Red Mill 12-grain cereal, which makes the whole thing so easy that most of the time it’s honestly more convenient than going to the store.  And it tastes like a gazillion times better too, because DUH.  (Also I add 2T each of vital wheat gluten and soy lecithin, because I can.  It also helps the dough have a little more resilience, while still being soft and tender.  Come to think of it, I could use some vital wheat gluten and soy lecithin for myself. :-P)

And now I need to go tend to my dough and build some of those aforementioned block towers.  Hi-YA!

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Brrrrrrread

In another edition of my ongoing series “ways to force breakfast down my husband’s gullet”, I have for you today a perfectly hearty, perfectly fall-y breakfast bread recipe.

(My what an appealing picture.  Who wouldn’t want to devote time and energy to baking a delicious rectangular turd?)

Apple bread isn’t anything new, I know.  Everybody and their grandmother has a recipe.  This is just mine.  And it is deeeelicious!

 

This version is marginally less unhealthy than some of them out there.  It uses a whole wheat flour blend, some flax meal for fiber, and of course lots of apple-y spicy goodness.  We all love it!

 

Spiced Apple Bread

1/4 c vegetable oil

2/3 c brown sugar (can reduce this if you’re using really sweet apples)

2 eggs

1 t vanilla

1/2 c buttermilk

1 c whole wheat flour

1 c AP flour

1 t baking soda

1/2 t salt

2-3 T flax meal

1 t cinnamon

1/2 t ground cloves

1/4 t allspice

2 medium-large apples, peeled, cored and grated (do not drain!)

2/3 c raisins, unless you live under the thumb of an anti-raisin dictator as I do.

Preheat oven to 350*F.  Grease and flour a loaf pan.

In a large bowl, beat your eggs and add oil, sugar, vanilla and buttermilk and beat well to combine.  In a separate bowl, sift together the flours, baking soda, salt and spices, then stir in the flax meal.  Stir dry ingredients into wet, being careful not to over-mix.  Gently fold in grated apples and raisins*.

Pour into your prepared loaf pan, and top it however you choose.  Bake for about 60 minutes.  Cool slightly in pan (~10-15 minutes) then turn out onto a cooling rack.  Cool completely before slicing, if you can wait 😉

We’ve been a little over-indulgent lately so I just topped it with a sprinkle of cinnamon and a pinch of raw sugar.  But it’s way better with streusel topping (especially oatmeal).

 

Enjoy!

 

(PS> Two words:  honey. butter.  I don’t have any made up right now, which is a crying shame.  Don’t you make the same mistake!)

*Seriously. I should’e clarified this before I married the guy.

Yay stuff!

This has been SUCH a busy week.  Yesterday I was moving CONSTANTLY from 7am until 10:30pm.  Work work work.

 

To pick up my saga where I left off (since I know you’d be disappointed if I didn’t :-P), on Tuesday I verified with our landlord that unfortunately a replacement washer is *not* included in our lease (boo), and then got to go washer shopping (whee?).  I found one at a well-reviewed used appliance place for less than $200, the same model of Kenmore that my parents have.  Our last set in St. Louis were Kenmores, too.  I love those.  You can’t kill ’em.

 

We ran a couple more errands on Tuesday, too, and I canned 4 quarts of the apples from last weekend’s adventure, into unsweetened applesauce.  And I have this little doohicky that makes things go RIDICULOUSLY FAST!

I actually got it on clearance at Target at the end of last season, and I think it’s the best $13 I ever spent.  I was able to core, peel and slice my whole pot full of apples in about 15 minutes.  That usually takes me HOURS.

 

Our local grocery store also had 20-quart stock pots on sale for $4.99 each this week, so I picked up one of those and did Wednesday’s batch of applesauce in it, instead of my big Le Creuset pot.  I was able to do 5 quarts of applesauce in one batch (cook the apples down in the stock pot, then heat the sauce in the Le Creuset).  So two days work = 9 quarts of applesauce.  And that’s less than half our haul!

 

Oh I do love canning.

 

I’ve also been making cinnamon rolls like there’s no tomorrow.  I did one batch for us, and then decided to get on the neighbors’ good side by making a batch for them.

In a marked departure from tradition, I sprinkled just the tiniest hint of nutmeg on with the cinnamon and sugars, and then put some maple flavoring in the icing.  It’s like eating fall.  OM NOM NOM AUTUMN.  (Here’s that recipe again, if you’re interested)

 

The new washer was delivered on Wednesday morning, and I spent all afternoon and evening chugging through the massive laundry pile that built up over the past two weeks.  I’m *still* not all caught up, but a lot of that is because I’m doing a wash-strip-rinse-rinse-rinse-wash-strip-rinse-rinse-rinse on all the diapers (two loads), to try and get out all the built up detergent and ammonia that crappy old washer was (unbeknownst to us) failing to remove.

 

Don’t tell anybody, but I actually think stripping (and just normal laundering!) diapers is kind of fun.  They’re so fluffy and soft and nice smelling!

 

Today, though, was the most exciting!  First we got to go to the HYUNDAI DEALERSHIP!  wheeeee!!!  And we got to eat breakfast there (cheese sticks, granola and banana!), and play with A BASKETBALL!  And Mama got her car fixed!  And it was under WARRANTY!

Yeah, it’s not exciting.  No matter how I spin it.

 

On a completely different (and legitimately exciting) note:  Ohio Mart!

 

I had been looking forward to this for SO LONG, until Jeff and I actually looked at our calendars and realized that it conflicted with his cousin’s wedding in St. Louis.  And given that Jeff has to go to that silly place called “work” every day to earn “money” so we can “eat” (Ugh.  PRIORITIES, MAN.), he wouldn’t be able to go with us on Thursday or Friday.

 

Which meant that we had to have a Weekend Adventure in the middle of the week, with only 67% of the usual adventuring team.  But we pressed on.

 

Ohio Mart!

 

I present to you the finest photo ever taken at the festival’s interest:

Blurry back of a stranger’s head? Check!

Photographer’s finger in corner? Check!

Lack of discernible subject?  Check-CHECK!

 

Simon was none too impressed, either.

Actually, that picture was taken about 15 minutes before this happened:

This was the perfect situation to have the stroller, BTW.  No Jeff to help bear the load, a bunch of random crap to haul, and a baby who suddenly finds the wraps to be more exciting than sleep-inducing.  So I wore him about half the time, and strolled him the rest.

 

I shouldn’t have been surprised about the demographics represented here, since we went on a Thursday morning and all.  It was mostly retirees, “ladies who lunch”, and a handful of other young moms.  All other things being equal, I think I prefer adventuring on weekends.

 

It was nice strolling on the beautiful grounds and window-shopping in the booths (a lot of the stuff wasn’t really my taste, but was pretty anyway).  And then there was…the rest.  Take the World’s Largest Assemblage of Fun Fur, for example.

That hurts my eyes.  And my heart.

 

I also saw this craft, which falls in the category of “cute idea, crappy execution”:

I could see myself putting together something sort of like that (only better… ;-)), maybe in blue/white, for late winter?  I’d use Lamb’s Pride Bulky or Lion Brand Thick ‘n Quick and do it a little more thicker and rustic looking.  I can see it in my mind.  It looks nice in there.*

 

But ANYWAY.  The gardens! And the hall!  I wish we could’ve gone inside (but I decided to save that for sometime when Jeff can come :)).

 

I think I’m going to doctor up this photo and make it my phone wallpaper.

Have I mentioned I love autumn?

 

I also love food (because duh).  I pretty much gorged myself all day.  With hot spiced cider!

 

And pumpkin roll!

I know I’ve said it before, but I’m seriously going to have to breastfeed forever so I can gluttonize guilt-free.  Or else take up ultramarathons and/or Zumba once the last Hoopling is weaned.  Probably ultramarathons.  Less silly looking.

 

I’ll wrap up with a picture from the end of our visit (not coincidentally, about 5 minutes before it started pouring rain):

(My mom showed that to someone at her work, who said “He’s so sweet I could get diabetes just looking at that picture!”  I concur, work lady.  My wonderful sugary babyface!)

 

TWO SEPARATE groups of old ladies stopped behind me and started cajoling Simon to smile for the camera as he posed in this little setup. 😀

 

(I also texted that picture to Mona, Miss “Orange County winters are so cold!”, and she started chastising me for not having Simon bundled up enough in the harsh midwestern air.  It was 75*!  Silly California friend.  I miss her :))

 

Yay for OhioMart!

 

Kathy, I only wish you could’ve come along 🙂  We’d have had a blast!

 

This has gotten long enough for tonight.  Tomorrow I’ll show you my most exciting find from the festival.

 

What’s your favorite autumn activity? (we’re on the lookout for more weekend adventures…)

 

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*THAT WAS A TEST.  CAN YOU REMEMBER THE APPROPRIATE RESPONSE, FRIENDS?!?!

Don’t try this at home

This is what happens when Jeff heads out to a party and Simon actually occupies himself on the floor for 10 minutes.  Happy Friday!

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In my continuing quest to make quasi-food-blogging as lame and unappealing as possible, I present to you a BRILLIANT concoction.  One that will make you the life of the party.  The host(ess) with the most(est).  This recipe will inspire statues to be erected in your honor.  All the village’s children to revere your name.

 

I promise, it’s that good.

 

I’m just not going to show you any pictures. (That’s not even the lamest part, though.  Keep reading.)

 

Why no pictures?  Because I have none.  Because this started out as “baby food” and it would be stupid to take pictures of something that’s just going to be cut into 1″ squares and flung onto the floor and eventually get gobbled up by the dog.

 

…I’m not off to a very good start here, am I?

 

OK so here’s the thing:  when making homemade pizzas the other day, I turned one portion into a little white pizza-esque, breadstick-y finger food, originally intended for Simon.  But then it was so delicious that I literally, honestly, decided “Simon won’t appreciate this”, so I just ate it all myself (I didn’t even share with Jeff, either.  SHAME.).  And now I really regret making it the first time, because now I want to make it again.  And again.

 

Is it revolutionary?  No.  Is it healthy?  HELL NAW.  But is it good?  OMG.

 

[Imagine here a picture of the delicious snacks spread out on a pretty platter, sidecarred with a trendy little vessel or two of dip.]

 

So rather than post a real recipe with instructions and pictures and a bunch of “OMG GUYS YOU HAVE TO MAKE THIS” blathering (more than I already wrote above, that is), I’m just going to tell you what not to do.  I am, in fact, officially warning you:  DO NOT MAKE THIS.  I’m not even naming this recipe.  In fact, I shall only call it:

 

A WARNING AGAINST THE VERBOTEN BREADSTICK APPETIZER THINGS

 

First of all, DO NOT UNDER ANY CONDITION make a batch of pizza dough using Kayotic Kitchen’s recipe.  (Do NOT substitute bread flour, do NOT let the dough age in the fridge for about 8 hours, giving it a slow rise for delicious yeasty nuttiness, do NOT quarter the dough and give it a second rise on the countertop, and do NOT preheat your oven to 500*.)

 

Then, DO NOT take one of those dough quarters and pull it out to moderate thickness (about 9″ around).

 

I ABSOLUTELY FORBID YOU to brush it with olive oil, then liberally spread on alfredo sauce (storebought is fine, as long as it’s not the super cheap yucky stuff.  TJ’s is divine.)

 

PLEASE DO NOT then sprinkle on asiago cheese, or mozzarella, or mild cheddar, or monterey jack, or any combination of the above.

 

Finally, I REALLY ADVISE YOU NOT TO bake this monstrosity for about 8 minutes (ideally on a pizza stone), then cut it into squares or strips, and sprinkle on parmesan, and serve them with fancy infused olive oil or warm homemade marinara.

 

JUST DON’T DO IT.

 

[Imagine here a pretty picture of a couple strips arranged artistically on a plate, with a bite taken out of the end of one]

 

Promise me.

 

(But if you do, will you take pictures and let me add them to this post?)

Ze bleuberry mooffins!

Monica asked for my MOOFFIN recipe.  I am happy to share this recipe, because it makes delicious MOOFFINS.  MOOFFINS FOR EVERYBODY!

M-to-the-O-to-the-O-to-the-FFIN!

Seriously though, these are frigging amazing muffins.  They’re deliciously hearty and homey, and have just the right amount of sweetness.  They’re not just a one-note treat:  vanilla and cinnamon, tangy buttermilk, and a little brown sugar make for a perfectly rich flavor without being too heavy.  Flax meal and whole wheat flour give them a “stick to your ribs” quality that make them the perfect way to start the day (or a quick, vaguely healthy snack when chasing after your resident almost-toddler).

 

And of course, there’s no law against using raspberries instead, or adding nuts (or chocolate chips!), or raisins, or chopped dried apricots, or sweet cherries, or… you get the picture.

 

So you see, you pretty much have no excuse not to add these to your repertoire.

 

Couple notes first:

1)You don’t have to use half AP and half whole wheat flour.  You can do all white, or all whole wheat, or whatever ratio floats your little boat.  Personally, I like doing 1:1 or 2:1 (favoring whole wheat), because it gives you the whole wheat heartiness without being all heavy and sad.  Just so long as you end up at 1 1/2c flour altogether, it doesn’t particularly matter how ya do it.

 

2)Buttermilk is also not necessary, but nice.  Because tangy zip! (and no Miracle Whip).  If you keep Greek yogurt around, you could always use some of that (and some regular milk) instead.

 

3)If you’re lacking in inexpensive fresh blueberries, or if you don’t always keep a bag of frozen ones on hand (blueberries soothe boo-boos much better than a bag of peas and carrots, IMHO), then you should give TJ’s frozen wild boreal berries a shot.  They’re almost as good as the ones I spent DAYS AND DAYS slaving in the hot sun to procure, many years ago in northern Ontario.  Only now I can just go 1.3 miles down the road and buy a 16-oz bag for $3.29.  WIN.

 

4)Long ago, this recipe was derived from the “sweet muffins” recipe in the 1970’s Betty Crocker cookbook.  It bears, like, no resemblance to that anymore, but I would  be remiss if I failed to mention its heritage.

 

Anyway.

 

BLUEBERRY MUFFINS

(subtitle: “for you and for me.  But mostly for me.”)

 

1 egg

1/4c vegetable oil

2/3c lowfat buttermilk

1 t vanilla

3/4 c whole wheat flour

3/4 c AP flour

1/2 c packed brown sugar

2T flax meal (optional)

2 t baking soda

1/2 t salt

1/2 t cinnamon

1 c blueberries (fresh or frozen – not thawed)

Coarse sugar, for sprinkling (optional)

 

Preheat oven to 400*.  Prep 12 muffin cups (or 36 mini cups) in the usual fashion.  Beat egg; stir in milk, oil and vanilla.  Stir in brown sugar and flax (if using).  Sift or whisk together remaining dry ingredients; stir in only until moist (do not over-mix!).  Gently fold in blueberries.  Divvy into muffin cups; top with a pinch of coarse sugar (or homemade struesel topping, or more cinnamon, or all of the above!).  Bake about 20 minutes.

(Sign #235b that I’m not a food blogger: I forgot to take a good picture before devouring one of these mofos.  FAIL.  I also use a muffin pan procured at Dollar General circa 2005, because I’m fancy like that.)

 

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PS> I need to tell you about Simon’s birthday party, and the fact that I have a – ::gasp:: – ONE YEAR OLD.  Soon, friends.  Soon.

Cranberry Orange Bread with Vanilla-Clove Glaze

Y’all know that breakfast is the most important meal of the day.  Jeff and I have discovered that pretty much the only way he’ll partake in said meal on weekdays is if I entice him with delicious home-baked goodness of some sort.

 

WELL TWIST MY ARM WHYDONTCHA.

 

My usual repertoire of cinnamon rolls and bran muffins was getting a bit stale (hurr hurr), and whole cranberries were on sale at the grocery store, so I started piddlefarting around a couple weeks ago and came up with this.  Then I tweaked a few things and made it again, because diligence.  Eet ees mee meedle nam.

Long story short, this thing is delicious.  In fact, I think it may be Jeff’s favorite non-chocolate semi-healthy baked item, which is really sayin’ something.

 

And now I share it with you, for your weekday (or weekend) breakfast (or snacktime) pleasure (or indifference).

 

Also, if I were a good and thoughtful person I would’ve taken pretty pictures without the dish drainer in the background.  But I’m not a good and thoughtful person, so there.  The fine folks at Rubbermaid can thank me for the free publicity 😛

 

Cranberry Orange Bread with Vanilla-Clove Glaze

1c whole wheat flour

1c white flour

2t baking powder

1/2t baking soda

3/4t salt

1T orange zest (if you have it.  No biggie if omitted.)

2c fresh cranberries, rinsed and roughly chopped

1/2c walnuts, chopped (if such things appeal to you.)

3T flax meal (because everybody needs more fiber.)

1/4c room-temperature butter

3/4c packed brown sugar

1 egg

1t vanilla

3/4c orange juice

Preheat oven to 350*F.  Grease a standard-size loaf pan and line with parchment paper.

 

In a medium-sized bowl, sift together dry ingredients; stir in orange zest, flax, walnuts and cranberries.

 

In a large bowl, cream together butter, sugar, egg and vanilla.  Stir in orange juice.  Stir in flour/cranberry mixture *just* until moistened (batter should be lumpy, like for muffins).  Pour into prepared pan.

 

Bake 45-60 minutes, or until loaf is springy to the touch.  Cool slightly, then turn out on a wire rack.

 

Vanilla-Clove Glaze

1c powdered sugar

1T vanilla or caviar from 1/2 vanilla bean

1/2t ground clove (nutmeg, or mace, if you’re fancy)

splash of milk or cream to achieve perfect drizzly texture

Combine and wisk together well, adjusting powdered sugar or milk as needed for texture.  Glaze while loaf is still slightly warm.

I love you.

 

 

Have a good weekend, guys.

Myra’s Coffee Cake

I’m working on a giaaaant Christmas/KC trip recap post (I’ve been writing it off and on for FOUR FREAKING DAYS now), but in the meantime, I decided to make a coffee cake.  And share the recipe with you.  Because really: you need this in your life. (The actual cake-cake went to a friend’s house where Simon and I hung out this afternoon.  We consumed hummus and craft beer and coffee cake and snorgled each other’s babies.  It was lovely.)

 

CAAAAAAAKE!

 

Myra’s Coffee Cake

(Myra was a friend of my grandma’s, and her recipe has been passed into our family’s collective repertoire.  This cake has made an appearance at just about every family function for as long as I can remember.  It’s just *simple*: simple to make, simple taste, and simply delicious.  There really is nothing better!

 

2 1/2c sifted flour

3/4c white sugar

3/4c brown sugar

3/4c vegetable oil

1c buttermilk

1 egg

1t baking powder

1t baking soda

1t vanilla

1/2t salt

cinnamon

1c pecans, chopped

Preheat oven to 350*F; grease and flour a 9×9 or 9×11 pan.  Mix the flour, sugars and oil – will look lumpy and crumbly.  Save out about 1c of this mixture; leave the rest in your mixing bowl.  To the rest, add the other ingredients and mix just until lumpy (like pancake batter).

Pour into your prepared pan; top with chopped pecans, that reserved 1c of flour/sugar/oil, (crumble it over the top) and a hearty sprinkle of cinnamon.  Bake for about 35 minutes, or until toothpick inserted into the center comes out clean.

God I love this coffee cake.  It travels well, tastes just as good the second day (if it lasts that long), and serves as a great base for other craziness: how about putting blueberries in, and topping with a vanilla glaze?  Or chocolate chips (or butterscotch)!  Fresh diced peaches?  Go crazy, y’all!

Playing with coffee cake never killed anybody.  Just sayin’.