This recipe got me and my husband feeling all sorts of nostalgic. Maybe it was the mah jongg exhibit we’d been to earlier. Maybe it was my mom’s 1960’s cake plate. Maybe it was the smell of oats and almonds and ginger or maybe it was the ribbon of streusel running through this fluffy little cake. No matter what it was, it made both of us long for whatever the modern-day equivalent of a bridge club is. The kind of casual get-together that requires nothing more than a pot of coffee, a simple little cake, and some good old-fashioned conversation.
So friends, let’s get together. Scrabble, poker, cocktails, game night — come on over. I’ll make cake. 🙂