Day 4: SO FUN.

 

slice-of-life

I’m writing for the Two Writing Teachers March Challenge

 

It’s been a long day to day the least. Being awoken way too early by a not feeling well husband only to find I was the one who couldn’t fall back to sleep is not the best start. I quietly waited for McK to stir but she decided today was the day she would sleep in. We missed her weekly tumbling class but her BFF wasn’t able to go anyway. Phew. No need to feel guilty.

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Memory….Wednesday?

So, I haven’t done a Memory Monday in a very long time.  I haven’t actually blogged in a long time.  I guess being pregnant keeps you just a busy as the actual baby.  What have I been doing?  Nesting.  Nesting at work and nesting at home.  My classroom is officially set up for my maternity leave.  Lessons are planned, worksheets are copied, IEPs are written.  Very little left to do and if it didn’t all get done…no one would know but me.  Nesting at home…eh.  Laundry is done.  We had two BEAUTIFUL showers hosted by our families.  So many generous gifts…so much to organize.

My mom had 6 babies in 5 pregnancies.  I remember a little about my brother Ds pregnancy but I remember a LOT about her pregnancy with the twins.  I don’t remember her being nearly as neurotic as I am.  Maybe it was because these boys were her FIFTH and SIXTH children.  Maybe it was because she had pretty much everything she ever needed so prepping wasn’t necessary.  Maybe I just don’t remember as well as I thought.  What I do remember from then and years after, were a lot of easy to prep, budget friendly meals that could be put together with a toddler attached to you legs while you fed a couple of babies.  One of our favorites..one of my sister L’s favorites…was chicken and rice.  Everything gets prepped and baked in one dish making it the ultimate meal of ease.  A few pantry staples and a package of chicken and you had dinner!  So…tonight, in honor of my mom and the upcoming arrival of Baby Boss…I give you Chicken and Rice!

Chicken and Rice

  • 1 lb chicken trimmed and cut to preference–I cut into long strips (more or less as necessary)
  • 1 can cream of chicken soup (I use LF soups)
  • 1 can cream of mushroom (sub with another chicken or even celery if allergies or preferences)
  • 1 can white rice
  • 2-3 cans water or broth
  • onion soup packet
  1. Mix together the rice, water/broth, and soups.  Top with chicken.  Top that with soup packet.
  2. Bake tightly covered with foil for 90 minutes on 350* to 375*
  3. Bake last 10 minutes uncovered.
  4. Serve with fresh bread.

What Baby Wants…

Probably not a big shocker to most, but I am pregnant.  I’m about 26 weeks along on this new adventure.  I have been blessed.  I feel great.  I haven’t had the dreaded morning sickness or complete exhaustion.  It’s been a rather uneventful pregnancy so far. This must be a gift from my mom for sure.

***excuse me while I look for something wooden to knock on***

To answer a few questions:
1. I am due April 10.
2. We are not finding out if we are having a boy or a girl–in a couple of years of bad surprises, this one will ALWAYS be a good. You’ll get a boy or a girl EVERY SINGLE TIME.
3. We have a couple of names picked out but we aren’t sharing…you’ll just have to wait.
4. No–we will not change our minds about finding out or sharing names.
5. I do not have any weird cravings–see below.

So about those cravings…nope.  Sure, I really love all things noodles: buttered noodles, spaghetti, a good casserole, mac & cheese, even ramen noodles will hit the spot–but I try not to indulge too often!  The cuties were especially delicious this year. I like orange juice a lot but I’ve had a cold for 5 months so that could have something to do with it. But nothing I feel the need to send my husband out looking for in the week hours of the morning has struck my fancy. Lucky guy.

However, this week, the baby told me a secret.  The little bug really wanted my grandma’s homemade pizza. Now, there are a few conflicting recipes for this one. My Aunt N SWEARS grandma used Jiffy Mix brand pizza dough. The rest of us all are certain it was Pillsbury Hot Roll Mix so that’s what I use. Regardless of what dough we use–we all agree on the ground beef. An odd pizza topping for sure, but it is what grandma always used, what my mom always used, and what I always use. As a kid, that was the only topping on the pizza besides the ooey gooey cheese layer. As an adult, we added canned mushrooms and even pepperoni.

I call this homemade pizza but let’s be real, it’s a box crust, a store bought sauce, and refrigerator toppings. But I assemble it myself and that’s good enough. I don’t remember if there was a certain sauce used, but I tend to buy the Cantadina sauce in the squeeze bottle so I can keep leftovers in the fridge.

Grandma’s Homemade Pizza

1 box PILLSBURY HOT ROLL MIX (sorry N–we all agree on this except you)
1 can, jar, bottle pizza sauce
12 oz cheese (motz, Italian blend, etc.)
1/3 lb ground beef
1 small can mushroom drained
Pepperoni (I like turkey pepperoni)
Oregano
Salt and Pepper

Make the dough according the the directions on the box. You use 1 1/4 cup hot water and 3 tablespoons olive oil. Mix and knead according to the box.

Push your dough out into a cookie sheet (I don’t know why a cookie sheet–it’s just what we use).

Use a fork to poke holes all over the dough, cover with Saran Wrap and a towel. Let rise for 15 minutes. This is a good time to start preheating your oven to 425*.

Add your sauce and your toppings. Grandma and my mom always used the ground beef raw–this creeps me out. I get worried it will not cook through so I partially brown it while the dough is rising.

Top with cheese.

Sprinkle with oregano, salt and pepper liberally. This is also where Aunt N’s memory differs with mine and my moms. She puts the oregano under the cheese and I’m pretty certain she doesn’t use the salt and pepper but I could be wrong. The oregano definitely goes on top. I don’t know why–it just does.

Toss in the oven for 15-20 minutes. I like to put the broiler on for the last minute or two so the cheese browns a little. Since the mushrooms are a wetter ingredient, it prevents this from happening on its own.

Allow to rest for a few minutes before cutting into squares.

That’s it. A childhood memory come to life right at the kitchen island. That’s were most of my memories start. Just the scent of sown thing familiar can bring me back to when I first experienced it.

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Memory Monday: Taking Comfort

It’s been along time since I wrote for Memory Monday.  Of course, being Tuesday, I am still a bit late.

There are just those things I find most comforting.  I’m sure it is the same for everyone.  Some of my favorites include

  • the delicious scent of a pot of soup on the stovetop on a cool afternoon
  • cozy PJs in a bed with clean sheets–bonus if it was made by Marcella the super cleaning lady
  • the buttery decadence of family recipe known as Susie’s Favorite
  • and thunderstorms…

Well, it used to be thunderstorms.  As you can imagine, I lost my love of thunderstorms shortly after the flood.  I slept so soundly the night that the house flooded that I often wonder if I had woken earlier would anything have been different?  You cannot live with the shoulda, coulda, woulda‘s.  It’ll drive you batty.  Since the flood, I have been less than comforted by raindrops against my windows.  A storm now brings anxiety and stress…

…that is, until last night.  For some reason, snuggled up with the hubby, I was once again comforted by the sounds of the rain.  Maybe it was because I was just that exhausted.  Maybe it was because I finally have put it all behind me.  Who knows.  But when we went to bed at 8:00 last night…yes–8:00…I drifted off into a peaceful sleep waking only to lulled back again by nature’s lullaby.  I would like to imagine I had a lazy little smile on my face but that would be silly.  I was probably mouth breathing and drooling a bit.  Regardless, last night, I was comforted once again.

This weekend I indulged in another comfort, the infamous Susie’s Favorite.  I am sure that it was designed to feed a lot of hungry mouths for not a lot of money.  Most people are a little boggled by this bizarre family pasta that brings me back to the house on Ridgeway with the tiny kitchen.  I remember having it most often on Friday’s during lent or Saturday afternoons at Grandma’s house.  It could be made without milk–which I am sure we were always out of with 6 kids gulping it down at every meal.  I would guess that it has more bang for your buck over a few boxes of mac and cheese.  Nevertheless, it is the taste of my childhood.  Having introduced some childhood and college friends to this yummy dish, I am sure we were the craziest family out there to pass this off as some sort of normal meal.  I put it up there with those tomatoes with bread: an acquired taste that just reminds you of home.  Although I never asked {damn}, I am sure that the one-pot-wonder was named after my Aunt Sue.  I imagine that us 6 McKenna kids turned our noses up at this orange colored, mac and cheese wannabe.  Then I am guessing that my mom called it Aunt Susie’s Favorite.  Who could argue with that review?

Susie’s Favorite

1-8 oz. box of small pasta (my mom always used elbows while grandma’s house usually had shells–I like the shells better but will settle for whatever is in the pantry)
1 can tomato soup
1/2 stick butter or margarine

Make the noodles according the the directions on the box.
Drain and return to the pot.
Add the can of tomato soup and the butter–NO WATER…trust me!
Stir until the butter is melted and serve immediately.

Million Dollar Dog

Cooper and Zoë on the way to get haircuts!!

Cooper and Zoë on the way to get haircuts!!

My mom would have found today both infuriating and funny.  Today, Cooper and Zoë were taken to the groomer for their grooming appointment.  Nothing gets those two happier than the word HAIRCUT…except maybe w-a-l-k.  I’m even afraid to type that one for fear they can read.  They will mow me over for a chance to go out on their leashes.  And the car?!  Forget about it.  Those two would love nothing more than a long road trip with the windows down!!

Anyway, while at the groomer I mention that Cooper may need an extra good scrub because he is pretty stinky.  That’s where my mom would laugh.  It’s Cooper’s ONE flaw.  He is ALWAYS stinky.  No matter how often he is bathed that pup is SMELLY.  The groomer thought he might have an ear infection.

While waiting for the pick up, I decided to call the vet to make an appointment thinking it may take a week or two.  Turns out that getting Cooper into the vet is vastly easier than making a sick appointment at my own doctor.  They were able to get him in this afternoon.  Poor Coop doesn’t just have an ear infection.  He’s a hot mess.  The little guy has a double ear infections as well as skin and paw infections.  That’s what’s causing the overall STENCH.  This is where mom would be infuriated!!  It cost $300 for the visit and all the meds!  I’m not kidding…$300!!  This pup needs his ears cleaned every three days along with a bath in some special shampoo just as often.  He needs twice daily ear drops.  He will be taking antibiotic AND anti-fungal medications.  I’m guessing that Cooper and I are going to become very close over the next few weeks.  I’m hoping that his one flaw is cleared up and he will become the BEST DOG EVER one again!!

Until then, I shall be  bathing the dog every three days and hoping he doesn’t attempt to drown me in the process.

Birthdays PM

Mom's Birthday 2009 Wildfire:  Oakbrook, IL

Mom’s Birthday 2009 Wildfire: Oakbrook, IL

Birthdays PM (post mom) pretty much suck.  I had my 37th birthday a mere 3 weeks after my mom died.  I wasn’t exactly in a celebratory mood.  I remember my dad asking me if I wanted to go out to dinner.  I told him that I just wanted to make dinner like a regular Thursday and forget the day had some sort of significance.  Honestly, with exception of my wedding, honeymoon, and very few other joyous events, I would have liked to have forgotten that my 36th year even existed.  I wanted a redo.

Growing up, we never really had big birthday parties.  We celebrated with a specially chosen meal…cooked by mom…and maybe a tub-o-icecream or box-o-popsicles.  With so many kids running around, who had the time, money, or energy to put together an actual party.  As we grew older and the boys started spending time with my dad fishing, golfing, and doing whatever else boys do with their dads.  That’s when my mom realized the girls needed a little bonding time, as well.  That’s when our birthday outings came about.  Each year, on our birthdays, we would do something fun with just the girls.  We would go to the show or get mani/pedis.  We would have a nice lunch or go for massages.  Sometimes all of the above in one day if we were feeling ambitious.  Nothing crazy, but a little time to ourselves and a little treat to each other.  I have so many fun memories of those special days:  dinner at Wildfire, seeing Sex & the City, lunch at Cooper’s Hawk, shopping at Light House Mall, spa day at Nicole Richards and so many more days I cannot even begin to describe.  We always laughed:  usually at the expense of one of the sisters.  We always ate:  one of the things us girls did best together.  We always had fun.

My sister C’s birthday is tomorrow and I know how much that first birthday PM can really suck. I’m so glad we got to spend time together today downtown just like old times.  We lunched, we chatted, we shopped.  It was a little sliver from the past.  A bit of my mom’s celebration.  And although she wasn’t there with her extendo finger divvying out her little snippets of advice, no one could deny her presence.  She was all around in our shared laughs and knowing smiles.  She was digging into a slice of cheese cake and picking off our plates.  She was having passion fruit iced tea and a chicken salad sandwich.  She was with us.

Love and Chocolate

The first time I loved a boy–I mean really, REALLY loved a boy so much that just a few days apart made my heart hurt, I was about 24 years old. Along came this guy with an adorable smile and the eyes of an old soul. He was wise beyond his years with fantastic taste in music right from the get-go. I was smitten. I told him as often as I could that I loved him more than all the stars in the sky. You would think that would push a guy away…but not this fella. He would say it back with conviction always accompanied with a big hug.

That boy was my very first nephew–S. I’m still in love with the smart, kind, handsome young man he has become today.

Several years ago, he was having a sleepover at my apartment. I had a guest room but he really wanted to stay on the couch to watch TV. He’s a good kid and I knew he wasn’t going to wander away–so I let him chill on the sofa with a ziplock full of homemade cookies. There were over TWO DOZEN rather large chocolate chip potato chip cookies in that bag when I went to bed. Upon awaking in the morning, I found S in a cookie coma–hand still in the bag gripping the last three cookies. He declared them TUMMY ACHE COOKIES. He could not stop eating them and ended up having a terrible tummy ache.

About a year ago, my nephew followed me out to the parking lot when I was leaving a family party. He ran to catch up to me and give me a hug. Then he asked if I would make him tummy ache cookies for the next time I saw him. How could a doting godmother say no to that?!

Of course, I made the cookies then and several times since. They have become a family favorite full of salty, sweet goodness that is near impossible to refuse.

S officially passed me up in the height game about a month ago. He is starting eighth grade in the fall and is way beyond sleepovers with Aunt KK. But if he ever wants to hang out like old times, I’ll be more than happy to make him his favorite cookies. I will always love that kid more than all the stars in the sky.

Chocolate Chip Potato Chip Cookies–AKA: Tummy Ache Cookies

2 sticks butter
3/4 cup sugar
1 teaspoon vanilla
2 cups flour
3/4 cup crushed potato chips
1/2 to 3/4 cup chocolate chips

  1. Cream together butter and sugar.
  2. Add vanilla.
  3. Gradually add flour.
  4. Fold in potato chips and chocolate chips.
  5. Roll into 1 inch balls.
  6. Flatten with the bottom of a glass dipped in sugar.
  7. Bake 9-11 minutes (they will not really get golden brown)
  8. Remove from pan once cooled.

The recipe is right. There are NO eggs and NO brown sugar. The dough is a bit dry and crumbly. The cookies are very delicate especially when first coming out of the oven.

MONDAY MEMORY: Mother’s Day

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Yesterday was Mother’s Day. I thought that the day would see me curled up in a ball unable to speak or see through my tears. I was wrong. I was overjoyed at seeing all people at the 15th Annual Beverly Breast Cancer Walk in support of those surviving, battling, or taken by breast cancer. We had never walked as a family before. The day my mom had her second surgery, my brother mentioned that maybe we should walk this year. Then, just two weeks ago, my dad brought it up again. We got working to put together a team and logo. Yesterday, in a sea of pink, 19 crisp white t-shirts with a beautiful butterfly and the words FIGHT STRONG stood out from the rest. Those were the people walking in honor, memory, and celebration of my mom, Debra McKenna…Grandma to some, GramCrackers to a special little one.  My mom’s familiar signature saying Love, Mom took my breath away when I first saw it.  I just felt her with me.

We gathered together in the early sun hugging and saying I love you.  We told stories that made us laugh until we teared up.  Yesterday, I didn’t let one sad tear drop.  Perhaps I had cried them all in the days prior to Mother’s Day.  Many tears fell  when thinking about my mom and all the things that were left unsaid, unseen, and unknown.  Then my sister gave me a lovely necklace Saturday afternoon.  It is a set of guardian angel wings.  There is a little story with the necklace that says to make a wish before putting it on.  It is a reminder that you are never alone.  So yesterday when I was walking and saying hello to all the people I knew walking with me, I felt my mom all around.  She was walking, too.  Although on her walk, I am sure it was snowing and she was wearing her Uggs.  She was beautiful and healthy and without pain.  She was smiling upon us all, amazed to see so many of her family and friends together in her honor.  She was getting ready to plant her summer flowers and count freckles on her grand babies.  She was happy and so was I.

 

 

Pre-Wedding Swedish Meatballs

Is there a meal that just transports you to another time? Another place? A meal that has strong memories you cannot help but think of them upon first taste? For me, one of those meals would be my mom’s Swedish Meatballs. It is such a ridiculously easy recipe I have a difficult time even calling it a recipe. There really isn’t any cooking involved–just some assembling. I can see the appeal to a busy mom of 6 kids!! Every time I make this meal, I cannot help but remember the night before my sister’s wedding. I have no really memories of this dinner or after that night. I know it was always a dish I enjoyed but I don’t exactly know how it became my sister’s favorite meal.

April 10, 2003, was the night before my little sister’s wedding. She had been dating her guy since they were kids…seriously. They met early on in high school and started dating somewhere around age 14. They have been together for longer than they have ever been apart. They now have 3 of the most adorable children, rivaled only by my other nephews. Anywho…that night, Colleen wanted to have a special meal. She asked my mom to make the dinner she just LOVED. Swedish Meatballs…and for some reason she wanted them accompanied by party potatoes. Strange bedfellows no doubt. I remember the three of us eating in that third floor condo together–probably watching Friends or Will & Grace followed by Golden Girls as we often did.  Forever, Swedish Meatballs and the night before my sister wed will be connected…paired memories never to be separated.

That’s exactly why I told this story just yesterday.  A friend of mine wanted to learn to make something new.  I made a few suggestions and she settled on my mom’s Swedish Meatballs.  As we assembled the unbelievably easy dish, I told her about that night just over 11 years ago.  A smile crept onto my face as I remembered that happy day.  I recalled that yummy meal, my sister’s anticipation, and singing the Golden Girls song.  I couldn’t help but call my sister on the way home.  Thank you for being my friend.

 

Swedish Meatballs–Mom’s Version
1 package egg noodles
4 cans cream of mushroom soup
2 beef bouillon cubes
12 ounces
1 package (11 servings) frozen Swedish Meatballs (I can find them at Jewel, Food for Less, or Ikea)
In a large frying pan (with a lid), mix together the soup and bouillon cubes.
Allow the cubes to melt into the sauce.
Add the meatballs and let heat through.
Make the noodles according to the directions.
Just before serving, stir the sour cream into the sauce.
Layer egg noodles with the sauce and meatballs.
Swedish Meatballs–lightened up
1 package egg noodles–No Yolk or Whole Wheat
3 cans reduced fat Cream of Mushroom Soup
1-2 beef bouillon cubes (mind the salt)
12 ounces non-fat plain Greek yogurt
8 servings frozen turkey meatballs–about 36 meatballs (my favorite brand are the Kroger brand at Food 4 Less)
In a large frying pan (with a lid), mix together the soup and bouillon cubes.
Allow the cubes to melt into the sauce.
Add the meatballs and let heat through.
Make the noodles according to the directions.
Just before serving, stir the Greek yogurt into the sauce.
Layer egg noodles with the sauce and meatballs.
This recipe yields about 1 cup of noodles, 8 meatballs and sauce to coat for about 10 WW points plus.

MONDAY MEMORY: Easter Traditions

This Easter was the first holiday without my mom.  Although it was tough one, family traditions seemed to help comfort us with shared memories from Easter mornings past.

 

This year, each little sub-family had so many other things going on that we were separated on Easter Sunday itself.  Instead, on Saturday, we celebrated my nephew’s 9th birthday along with an early Easter party at the YMCA followed by a low key meal shared together afterward.  My sister is a fantastic cook who can put most people to shame.  So when she asked me to make my homemade mac and cheese, I was more than thrilled that she would want my dish to accompany her delicious concoctions!  It was a beautifully sunny day to share with family and friends…the kind of day that my mom loved.  Each year, she spent many hours gathering the perfect gifts for each grandchild’s Easter basket.  Rather then letting the tradition go, we modified it just a little.  Each godparent put together a basket for their godchild.  I had a blast choosing the perfect superhero bucket, PJs (a grandma special), candies, and a few Aunt KK originals like a new toothbrush, a jump rope, and some silly putty!  A HUGE Reese’s Peanut Butter Cup made my godson the happiest kid on the block.  I’m pretty sure that he had never even seen Silly Putty before…can you even believe that?!?!

 

Easter itself was a bit more low key.  My sisters spent the day with their little families since we were all together the day before.  I put together a simple brunch for my brothers, dad, husband, uncle, and our dear family friend at my dad’s house.  Of course, the famous party potatoes were on the menu along with a variation of my aunt’s stuffed French toast, a delicious eggs Benedict casserole, deviled eggs, fresh fruit, and Grandma O’s cream cheese coffee cake.  It is truly the PERFECT cake.  It is dense enough to enjoy as breakfast with a bold cup of coffee but light enough to add to brunch as a dessert.  It was one of my mom’s favorite treats…I must have made it a half dozen times in the weeks she was home recovering from her operations.  Now, those of you that know me, know that I am NO BAKER!  I actually despise baking.  It is too technical and leaves no room for error.  I prefer the freedom cooking offers me…a little of this and a little of that and a meal is served.  However, at the request of my mom, I made it a couple years ago.  It’s since been one of the few baked goods I have mastered.  I did make just a one tweak to it over the last few years…nothing that changes the perfect consistency of the cake, but just enough to make it my own.  I have to say, my mom loved my addition but always insisted that it needed the icing.  I never did add the icing preferring the buttery cinnamon strudel to shine on its own but feel free to add it for an extra sweet kick.  No fancy ingredients needed for this one.  I usually have pretty much everything on hand in the pantry and fridge.

 

As I sit and plan my Monday off {including a couple of surprises to help celebrate my husband’s birthday tonight} I am enjoying a slice of cream cheese coffee cake and a cup of tea enjoyed Mom’s way…with a little milk and sugar.  I am flooded with memories of past Easter mornings hunting for the SIX dozen brightly colored eggs (a dozen for each kid), ham glazed with 7-up, and of course Grandma O’s coffee cake.  Adding something so familiar made this holiday a little less bitter and an bit more sweet.

 

As for my husband’s birthday today, he asked if I could possibly recreate a meal we had our first Valentine’s Day together.  He had surprised me with a weekend full of fun activities to celebrate Valentine’s Day, my birthday, and our first anniversary.  At Drury Lane, before enjoying a super fun performance of Monty Python, I ordered braised short ribs with mushroom ragu over gnocchi.  I am making an attempt at this meal with complex flavors.  I am using this recipe from Bobby Flay as a base to build in the other flavors we both remember.  If all turns out, I’ll try to post the recipe with my additions soon.

 

Cream Cheese Coffee Cake–GRANDMA O’S ORIGINAL

350°
30-40 minutes–when toothpick comes out clean
CAKE:
1 large cream cheese–softened
1 stick margarine–softened
1¼ c sugar
2 eggs
1 t vanilla
2 c flour
2 t baking powder
½ t baking soda
½ t salt
½ c milk
TOPPING:
½ c butter–chop while still cold
Coat with
   ½ c flour
   ½ c sugar
ICING:
1 c powdered sugar
2 T warm milk
½ t vanilla
  1. Make the topping and put back in the fridge to keep cold.
  2. Cream margarine and cream cheese.  
  3. Add sugar and beat together.  
  4. Add eggs and vanilla and beat together.  
  5. Add flour, powder, soda, salt and milk and beat together.
  6. Pour batter into a greased 9×13 pan.  
  7. Sprinkle sugared/floured butter on top of coffee cake.
  8. Bake 30 minutes in 9×13.
  9. When cool, make icing by mixing ingredients until smooth.
  10. Drizzle on coffee cake and allow to harden.  
Cream Cheese Coffee Cake–FROM KARYN’S KITCHEN

350°
30-40 minutes–when toothpick comes out clean
CAKE:
1 large cream cheese–softened
1 stick margarine–softened
1¼ c sugar
2 eggs
1 t vanilla
2 c flour
2 t baking powder
½ t baking soda
½ t salt
½ c milk
TOPPING:
½ c butter–chop while still cold
Coat with
   ½ c flour
   ½ c sugar
   1 t cinnamon (my ONE change)
  1. Make the topping and put back in the fridge to keep cold.
  2. Cream margarine and cream cheese.
  3. Add sugar and beat together.
  4. Add eggs and vanilla and beat together.
  5. Add flour, powder, soda, salt and milk and beat together.
  6. Pour batter into a greased 9×13 pan.
  7. Sprinkle sugared/floured butter on top of coffee cake.
  8. Bake 30 minutes in 9×13.