Coffee cakes were something we always had when I was growing up. My mom would whip one up for dessert. I knew it was for her and her friends to have with coffee the next day. They all seemed to assemble at my house around 10AM for coffee and to exchange tidbits of information gathered (never gossip). I almost always had perfect attendance at school, so I never saw this happen. But once in Junior High I had a bad case of strep throat and had to come home from school and stay there for 3 or 4 days. It got to be fun because Delores, Dorothy, and Barbara all appeared at 10AM and laughed and talked and drank their coffee. If momma had a coffee cake from the evening before that was a real treat and they would write down the recipe on a scrap of paper from their purses. One had news about someone who had died. Another would talk about some teacher who was in trouble (her husband was a teacher). They always talked about their children and what they were doing. Then there was a little lull in the conversation before one or the other said, “Well, I better get going. I have laundry to do.” The others had to go to the store or go visit a friend in the hospital. Momma always had to get back to her sewing machine. That was her other job when not cooking, cleaning and caring for Daddy and 4 kids.