It’s funny how, here in Indiana, you don’t see the small, independently owned businesses like you still do, back in ’Jersey. While obviously there’s a few of them, around here—and far from every business Daddy remembers, from childhood, still exists—the Mom & Pop bakery is still very much an icon on the New Jersey landscape. And thus it is that Justin’s parents brought us a coffee cake from one of the apparently more renowned local bakeries.
When Daddy was growing up, one of his favorite snacks was a Drake’s Cake. Not that we had anything to do with Drake’s Cakes, but back in our neck of the woods, Drake’s Cakes was—and continues to be—almost as much as household name as Hostess. You can still go into pretty much any store and find them, and man are they good! (I just wish we were related to them; that would be some serious cash!)
So needless to say, when Justin’s parents brought the aforementioned coffee cake for us ‘out-of-towners’ to try, Grandma and Pop just had to give it a name, for the kids—and since Justin’s last name is Bates, why not “Bates Cake”?
By the end of the week, Leah and David were asking for “Bates Cake” by name, with almost every meal—and since Grandma and Pop are definitely the spoiling type, they generally got it. I guess you can tell from the way Leah’s licking the plate, they rather enjoyed this local delicacy. ☺
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