Buttermilk Pecan Coffee Cake
I could see my mom mouthing something to me as I backed down the driveway. I rolled my window down. “Watch out for my angels,” she said. I waved, said “I will”, and drove away.
I was 16, had gotten my license that morning, and was on my way to freedom. It was the first time in my car all by myself. But I knew what was expected of me. Mom had said that phrase a million times before. “Watch out for my angels.” She said it every time I left the house.
As a little kid, she once told me that even though I have my own guardian angels, that I was so important to her, that when I was away from her, she’d send her guardian angels to protect me too. It was her way of saying “be careful.”
It became our thing. She was always good about it otherwise, but it was another sweet way for her to tell me that she loved me. Over the years, I bet she’s said it to me a hundred thousand times or more. And it didn’t stop as I grew older. I’m still her baby and I still have to watch out for her angels often times.
Sunday night, we got word that there were rumors of someone making threats of gun violence at the school that is next door to Jack’s school. An hour later, a call from the superintendent of education informed us that the threats had indeed happened, but that the individual – a 12 year old child – was in custody. To make matters worse, another 12-year old had been arrested the week before for making the same type of threats to another school.
Folks, we’re a small town of about 36,000 people and it’s happening right here. It’s happening everywhere. And it has to stop.
In our case, these threats were made on social media. Now, while I could rail about why children that age shouldn’t have access to social media, I’m just going to say this… Pay attention to your kids. Know what they’re doing online. You need to have all their passwords and you need to monitor those accounts if you allow them to use them. That’s your responsibility as a parent.
Monday morning, I sent my kid to school in fear. As he leaned over to give me five right before he got out of the car (we’re far too cool for hugs now), I pulled him into me. I instantly knew what it felt like to wonder if your kid was going to come home safely. In that brief second I kissed his head and whispered, “Watch out for my angels.” He didn’t have a clue what it meant. But I did.
Folks, let’s create a world where we don’t have to send our children to school with the fear that they may not come home safely. Admittedly, I don’t have the answers. But we have to at least be willing to have the tough conversations so that we can do what we can to protect our kids. We have a generation of children who are being taught their values by their peers online, rather than at home by their parents. Our children deserve better.
Buttermilk Pecan Coffee Cake
- 3 cups baking mix (like Bisquick)
- 1 cup firmly packed light brown sugar
- 2 teaspoons ground cinnamon
- 2 large eggs
- 3/4 cups whole buttermilk
- 1 cup chopped pecans
- 3 tablespoons butter (room temperature)
- Preheat the oven to 350° F and lightly spray a 9x13-inch baking dish with nonstick cooking spray. In a large bowl, whisk the baking mix, brown sugar, and cinnamon together, breaking up any clumps of brown sugar. Scoop out 1 cup of the combined mix and set it aside in a small bowl.
- In another bowl, whisk the eggs and buttermilk together. Pour the wet mixture into the large bowl of dry mix and stir until just combined. Spread the batter into the prepared dish.
- Take the reserved dry mix and add the pecans and butter. Use your fingers (or two forks) to blend the butter into the mix and create a crumbly texture. Sprinkle it evenly over the batter.
- Bake for 35 to 45 minutes or until a toothpick inserted in the center comes out clean. Serve warm.
First time I’ve read this! Brings tears to my eyes! Beautifully written!
Thank you!! 🙂
I’m gonna cut the recipe in half and bake a 9×9 to cook in my toaster oven. It looks so yummy.
Sure hope it turns out great for you!
Stacey my topping sunk into the cake while baking how do you keep that from happening?
All of it or just some?
I love your recipes, but since for what ever reason they do not print when I click “print” I have to pass many up. Will be copying this one by hand.
Hate to hear that Carolyn! What happens when you click the print button? Does the print formatted recipe open?
Well said, Stacey! We must have serious conversations knowing there are no simple solutions
We’ve just got to start the conversation. It’s not going to be easy, but we’ve got to do it.
Stacey, my heart hurts that you have to go through this fear for your son. I know we must all feel it whether or not we have children currently in school. I don’t have any answers either. God bless your sweet family!
This looks like the perfect coffee cake!! I love coffee cakes and I love streusel, too! 🙂
Thanks so much, Aileen! I appreciate you more than you know!