I’m going to talk to you about something totally for realsies.
I’m in an ongoing war with mornings.
I don’t know what the issue is honestly, because in my mind, I am a morning person. Like, I want more than anything to get up super early every day, immediately take a shower and get dressed, go over my calendar, watch a bit of the news, and be preparing breakfast when my son gets up for school.
I want that so very desperately. But dudeitssohard.
Everything is great the night before, but when that alarm goes off, all my happy dreams go right out the window. And I snooze and snooze and snooze my way to rushing around, pouring cereal, and waving everyone off in my pajamas.
And once my husband and Jon David leave, I have to check emails, or work on a post for later that morning. Then I get hungry, so I eat breakfast and next thing you know, it’s noon and I am not even dressed.
WHY WHY WHY
I seriously pretended not to be home when a relative dropped by one afternoon, because I was wearing a tank top and underwear, no bra, my hair was piled up in a clip or something, and I was dipping Wonder Bread into a big bowl of Chef Boyardee Ravioli while I watched The Real Housewives of Orange County.
Not even kidding.
And the stairs face my front door, so I couldn’t dash upstairs to get presentable without being seen. So I hid in the bathroom tub and I have no idea why. I wasn’t visible from my spot on the couch, but I guess I got super paranoid.
Also, 3 minutes in a pitch black bathroom tub feels more like 3 hours. In case you were wondering. Also, my Ravioli got cold.
But none of that would have been an issue if my mornings went like they should in my mind. Because I would have been dressed, made up, with a spotless house and fully prepared for company. It’s true. That’s how morning people’s lives go.
One time, I made a calendar and told myself that if I got up early every day for a month, I was going to buy myself a prize. But then I gave in and snoozed about 2 weeks in and bought myself a prize anyways.
Prizes are my other weakness, I should have known better than to take on so much at once.
Anyways, if you know any tricks about getting up early, I would love to hear about it. Because I’m getting older now and also I’m about to be one of those people who is responsible and has more than one kid, so I really need to get this figured out.
One thing I AM good about in the mornings is food. Especially coffeecake, because it’s dessert pretending to be a meal, which is one of the best ideas ever.
I clipped this recipe from a Taste of Home magazine over a year ago, and for some reason, didn’t get around to making it until the other day. Huge mistake. This is amazing!!
The cubes of cream cheese make this cake extra special. Give it a try.
Blueberry Cream Cheese Coffeecake
- 1/4 cup (4 Tbs) Butter, softened
- 2/3 cup sugar
- 1 egg
- 1 cup plus 2 Tablespoons flour, DIVIDED
- 1/2 teaspoon baking powder
- 1/4 teaspoon salt
- 1/2 cup milk
- 1 cup fresh or frozen blueberries
- 3 oz cold cream cheese, cut into small cubes
- 4 Tablespoons flour
- 4 Tablespoons sugar
- 2 Tablespoons cold butter
1. Preheat oven to 375. In a large mixing bowl, cream butter and sugar on medium speed until fluffy. Beat in egg. Combine 1 cup of flour, baking powder and salt in a separate bowl. Gradually add to the butter mixture, alternating with the milk, starting and ending with the flour mixture.
2. Toss blueberries with remaining 2 Tbs flour. Fold blueberries and cream cheese blocks into the batter and pour into a greased 8 inch baking pan.
3. Prepare topping: In a small bowl, combine flour and sugar. Cut in butter until crumbly. Sprinkle over batter and bake for about 40 – 45 minutes or until a toothpick inserted in the center comes out clean.
I used frozen blueberries and did not thaw them before adding to the batter.
Recipe adapted from an old Taste of Home magazine