A Tale of Three Crumb Cakes

I am writing from San Francisco, a mecca of artists and creative types. I consider myself to be a creative type, but I think I'm too straight-laced and conservative to be considered creative by anyone else. I've been on a shopping spree, but not before sitting down to a big and fancy breakfast. I had, among other edible things, a chocolate crumb cake. I went shopping right after breakfast. I bought a small book called You Know You're a Writer When . . . . Some of the descriptions fit me to a T: like, "You know you're a writer when you interrupt a big and fancy breakfast because you need to write down the title you thought of for your next post." (OK, it didn't say that exactly, but that's the general idea.) We had our first San Francisco breakfast on Friday. We always start our San Francisco days at Mama's. I had the original crumb cake, which is what I dream about between visits. Flawlessly delicious and completely perfect. On Saturday, I decided to try their chocolate crumb cake. Good and gooey and warm, but the original is so perfect that the chocolate only got in the way. (I know. I usually live for chocolate-what does that say about the original crumb cake??!) Today, Sunday, I had the cranberry crumb cake for breakfast. Tasty and tangy, but still it can't beat the original. So I'll still go to bed dreaming about a slice of Mama's original crumb cake and a nice, steaming mocha.