Growing up, my grandparents flew out to visit us once or twice a year. During every visit, Grandpa would bang around in the kitchen one morning after drinking his coffee, pulling out measuring cups and mixing bowls to make his famous Cowboy Coffee Cake.
Despite the overpowering temptation to eat dessert for breakfast, my brother and I turned up our noses at Grandpa’s treat. He studded it with raisins, but we only nibbled on those in trail mix or oatmeal cookies. Not cake!
Yet Grandpa refused to cook a separate breakfast just for us grandkids, so on his next visit, he rummaged around in the pantry until he found an acceptable substitute.
After 45 minutes of microwaving (yes, microwaving, not baking in a conventional oven; that was part of his magic!), Grandpa cut out two big pieces and set the plates in front of us. We poked at the speckles, confused by his handiwork.
“Grandpa, what are those?”
“Fruity Pebbles,” he replied with a twinkle in his eye. “Don’t you kids like those?”
To this day, Grandpa still makes our coffee cake with Fruity Pebbles, even though my brother and I both qualify as full-fledged adults. (And we ask for a second slice every time!)