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Lila’s Christmas Catastrophe

July 12, 2019 by Poppy

I always think it’s a bit weird when Christmas books start releasing in the summer. (Hello there, Hallmark!)

But as it gets close to the release of the final installment of Lila’s romantic saga in the sweet, small town of Hollyton, I realized I hadn’t shared a preview of how the romance started!

The series is available on Amazon. Later this year, I’ll be sharing the series on other book distributors too.

For all of you reading this in the summer in the northern hemisphere, stay cool!

#1 Hollyton Romance Series

Lila spun around the display of colorful Christmas cookies in the bakery aisle, narrowly avoiding a collision with a mom pushing two toddlers. The blue tins of the infamous Danish cookies shuddered ever so slightly as the side of Lila’s purse brushed against them.

“Whoops, sorry about that,” she said with a smile. Her arms were full of odds and ends that were on her grocery list. Why didn’t I grab one of those hand-held baskets? The whole point of going into the store without a cart was so she wouldn’t pick up too much stuff. Going to the grocery store in December was a test of the will. Everything was beautiful, delicious and on sale. It was a shopper’s best and worst dream all at the same time.

It was a week before Christmas. One week. Lila sighed as she mentally counted all the things she needed to get done. Lila glanced back at the display table where blue tins of shortbread cookies were arranged like a Christmas tree. They were the same cookies her grandma had been buying and mailing to her for years. She could get six of these, pair them with a pound of Starbucks Christmas blend coffee and give them to all the people she’d forgotten to buy gifts for.

She reached out to take a tin, then hesitated. The display was pretty but taking one of those cookie tins out of the stack was like trying to play Jenga. One wrong move and the whole thing would fall.

She swung her black oversized purse more snugly behind her shoulder, deciding against the cookies. It would be just her luck to send the whole display to the ground. She bit her bottom lip and tucked her shoulder length hair behind her ears. She needed to pick up something to bring for the office party next week. The holiday party tonight was put on by the firm and the partners for all three branches of the law firm. The office party next week was for their local office. It was an edible gift exchange. An edible gift exchange would be a great idea if the office wasn’t filled with lawyers who barely had time to sleep, let alone bake for a cookie exchange. Who comes up with these ideas?

Lila loved to bake, but she, like everyone else, was floating in work. No, she was drowning in work this December. She’d be lucky if she got the baking done for her family and friends, let alone anybody else. All she’d made was an easy peasy candy recipe that basically involved melting white chocolate, dumping it on a cookie sheet, throwing toppings on it and waiting for it to harden to break it apart. Hardly amazing.

She eyed the stack again. There was a tin that looked like it was a bit looser than the others. That and a bag of her homemade candy might work.

She took a deep breath and grasped the cookie jar. With the stealth of a cheetah, Lila pulled the tin out without even taking a breath. Once she had it in her hands, she breathed a sigh of relief. The tree of cookies stood intact.

She decided to pick up some breadsticks. She could make a quick dip and bring the dip in that cute Christmas serving set she’d found in Home Goods. She turned to go back to the aisle.

The mom with the toddlers had stopped on the other side of the aisle to pick up some breadsticks. The children waved their fingers at Lila. It looked like they were covered in some sort of jam. Yeesh. She turned around and began to walk toward Lila again with an apologetic smile. “It’s a crazy time of year, isn’t it?”

“Sure is,” Lila said. She sucked in her stomach, trying to squish herself against the table without hitting the stack of cookies.

 The baby in the cart began to wail. The mom swerved her cart to the side with one hand and stuck a pacifier into the wailing child’s mouth. As the cart swerved, the toddler in the front reached out to grab at Lila. What did she want? The necklace with the Christmas bells? The cookies? All she knew was that she didn’t want those sticky fingers near her sweater.

Lila never did figure out what the toddler wanted. The next thirty seconds were like a slow scene from the climax of a horror movie.

Lila turned sharply to the right to evade the sticky fingers of the toddler. The toddler reached her arms out further, a look of eagerness on her round face. Lila turned the other way as the mom passed. The toddler lunged for the baguette in Lila’s arms. 

 “Oh, no, not for you.” Lila stood up tall and backed up several steps, right into the same display of well-orchestrated tins of cookies she’d previously tried to avoid.

As soon as her backside hit them, Lila knew she had stepped too far.

There was no way to stop the toppling tins. An expletive escaped Lila’s mouth as several tins toppled to the floor and rolled every which way in the bakery. Lila looked up to see another mom glare at her as she covered her child’s ears. The toddler looked at Lila with big eyes. “Uh-oh.”

“Uh-oh is right,” the mom said. She flipped her hair and strode down the aisle.

“Your toddler causes a catastrophe and you’re concerned about language?” Lila muttered as she set down her items on the floor: two jars of Greek olives, a red bell pepper, two cucumbers, cream cheese, a box of wheat thins, a box of candy canes, a bar of dark chocolate, a baguette, a carton of eggnog and a half pound of vanilla nut coffee. “I should’ve gotten a cart,” she mumbled to herself.

The alarm on her phone went off. Forty-five minutes to get to the holiday party. She picked three tins of cookies and set them on the display table. She set off after the other half dozen that had spread to the far aisles of the baking aisle. After retrieving them, she looked at the display. There was no way this side of heaven she was going to be able to reconstruct the Christmas-tree-made-out-of-cookie tins some talented store clerk had done. Whoever had put this together probably had a degree in structural engineering. Anything requiring that amount of technical ability was out of her realm of skills.

She reached for the last couple of tins. They had slid under the bread table. She’d have to crawl under to get them. Great day to wear high heels, she thought.

As she extended her arm all the way under the table, someone kneeled and picked it up just as Lila’s hand touched it. Lila froze in horror.

“Lila? What are you doing under there?”

Lila scooted out from under the table, two tins of cookies under her arms. She reached out for the last cookie tin. She could feel her face turn red and her whole body broke out in perspiration. “Jason, I, uh—”

Her mind raced with all the possibilities she could make up for why she was crawling around the grocery store in red high heels and a skirt that was a bit too short and too tight. Thank goodness her sweater was a bit on the loose side.

Jason Feldman was one of the new lawyers at the firm she worked at, Abel, Crow & Boone and by far the most attractive one. As one of the few single lawyers at the firm, he’d attracted the attention of all the single female staff and some of the married staff as well. She’d harbored a secret crush on him for several months but told herself they’d always be simply good colleagues.

“I’m just picking up some items for the party tonight,” she said, forcing a smile.

“But the party is being catered.” The twinkle in his eyes revealed his playful side. His tone was serious, but Lila could see the corners of his lips form into a small smile.

“I meant the gift exchange Monday, you know the edible—”

Before Lila could finish, a worker strode around the corner. “Okay, who took out my Christmas tree display?”

Lila closed her eyes and raised her hand. She turned around, wishing Jason would just go away. In front of her was a store clerk dressed in a reindeer costume, complete with antlers that protruded from her head by about two feet.

Sweet Lila! The “most wonderful time of the year” is about to turn in to the craziest time of the year! To get in on the fun and chaos, check out the ebook and print book here.

Filed Under: Book Preview, Sweet Romance

Will Lila have a happy ending?

May 29, 2019 by Poppy

Lila is finally getting MARRIED!

She is thrilled and organized and in control of everything.

Or not.

Life doesn’t turn out how you’d expect. Lila knows all about this cliche. Her life is a picture of topsy-turvy and organized chaos.

If anyone told her she’d be engaged to gorgeous, slightly-moody, rugged Matt and become the stepmom of his two-year-old twins, Noah and Emilie, she’d laughed out loud.

Now Lila can’t imagine life without this energetic trio.

She’s planned the perfect wedding.

Now she has to execute it.

Even though she’s found the perfect guy for her, once he meets her family, will it all fall to pieces?

It’s coming in just a few short weeks!

I can’t wait to share more with you soon. If you’d like to find out when it releases, be sure to sign up to receive the enewsletter!

Filed Under: Book Preview, Sweet Romance, Uncategorized Tagged With: Book Release, Hollyton Romance Series, Lila Benito

Meet Melody…where my writing adventures began

May 29, 2019 by Poppy

I still remember sitting across from Carol in the side table at Toot’s Bakery & Cafe.

Toot’s is a rather unassuming coffee shop with a variety of salads, sandwiches and lots of flavored coffee. They had lots of space to sit for a while, a (mostly) friendly staff and the typical see-through glass window display featuring their daily specials.

“So what do you want to write about? What’s your story going to be?” Carol sat across from me and looked at me. I squirmed, partly nervous to verbalize the hope in my heart and partly because I was nervous.

“Yes, yes, I mean, I wrote when I was little.”

“Everyone has a book in them. But not many actually write it,” Carol said. She smiled. It was a kind smile. It seemed she thought I could do it. It had been a while since someone told me I could do something. I came from such a practical family. That’s not always a bad thing. It just means one doesn’t get the go ahead to do something out of the norm.

So I started writing.

I came to The Write Bunch, a local writers group every month, clutching the papers I’d worked. With voice trembling those words were read aloud. Then I’d swallow hard, bracing myself for feedback.

It was such a kind group of women. They gave me encouragement and gentle critique. Going there each month propelled me to write. I couldn’t show up without something in my hand!

Well, the first book is….well, I don’t know. It’s not even in a drawer. It may not even be in a computer file anymore! It wasn’t very good. Most first books aren’t.

But the book being good isn’t the important part.

The important part was doing the work. Showing up. Getting feedback. Listening and learning.

And continuing to write.

Melody was the first character in my books. Her original story was lost, but she continues on and made lots of friends along the way. She and I have had such a good time together.

How about you? What is the story inside of you?

Filed Under: Friday Friends Dinner Club Mystery, Uncategorized Tagged With: Melody Note, The Write Bunch, writing, writing group

Preview of Lila’s Romantic Fiasco

May 28, 2019 by Poppy

In the second installment of the Hollyton Romance Series, Lila is on top of the world. She and Matt are madly in love. She’s in love with his twins. (and they’re pretty crazy about her too). And things are heating up so quickly, she’s starting to think Matt might ask the question.

And then everything starts to collapse.

An unusual work involving someone who’d like to see Matt’s good fortune collapse.

The return of an old flame.

Lila tries to keep things together but it becomes clear things are going to fall apart! Will Lila collapse under the pressure or innovate as she goes along? Lila’s her typical lovable, clutzy self and her personality shines through as she haphazardly attacks problem after problem. She’ll do anything to hold on to the guy she’s fallen for.

Here’s a bit of a peek into how the book starts off…

The door flew open. Lila tripped over the doorstop and caught herself on the doorknob.

Barely.

“Whoops,” Lila said out loud while stifling a giggle. She pulled herself up and tossed the shopping bag on the chair and kicked off her heels, shoving them under the chair. She turned on the music and cranked it full blast.

“I’m walking on sunshine, yea, yea,” Lila belted out, as she moved toward the kitchen. She pushed the swinging door open with her hip and kept singing. The previous condo owner had installed the hall door to block noise and light coming from the kitchen to the bedroom down the hall. It wasn’t very functional, but nothing in the condo was.

Two months ago, every oddity about the condo drove her up the wall.

Now she could care less.

She pulled out the chicken from the refrigerator and turned on the oven. She placed the boneless, skinless chicken in the oven, still covered in foil. It had been marinating in her infamous spices and oil mix all day. A few minutes in the oven and it would be perfect to go into the chicken tortilla soup she was making.

The phone rang. Lila was buried in the bottom cabinet, searching for the lid to her large soup pot.

“Gotcha,” she sang out. She got back on her feet, rubbing her right knee as she got up. “I’ve got to get out of this skirt.” She pulled her hair back into a short ponytail and tucked the too-short ends behind her ears. She washed her hands, added a few tablespoons of oil into the pot and pulled out an onion and the chopping board.

The phone rang again.

“Coming,” she yelled to no one. The room was empty save for the birds singing outside her window. One of the birds tilted its brown head and watched Lila walk by. She picked up her phone, let out a squeal and hit ‘call back’ on the phone.

“Hey beautiful, are you out of work?”

Lila swallowed another squeal. Her smile went from ear to ear. “I’m at my place, just getting the soup going.”

“You should make it over here. That way we can talk.”

“It will just take a few minutes to get it together. I’ll bring it over to your place and let it cook for a few hours. That way we can talk uninterrupted. Hey, what about that surprise you said you had for me?” Lila’s smile spread from ear to ear as she cradled the phone next to her ear. Matt had promised a surprise for the weekend and she’d been dying to know what it was.

“I’m not telling.” There was a playful tone to his voice.

“Oh, come on.” Lila pulled out a few spices from the cabinet: cumin, chili powder and red pepper flakes. “You’re killing me.”

“Come over and I’ll tell you,” Matt said with a laugh. “I want to see your face when I tell you. You’re going to love it. And bring the soup. I love watching you cook.”

“I love cooking for you.” Tingles swept through her chest. She let out a girlish giggle. “Okay, let me get off the phone. The sooner I’m done here, the sooner I’ll be over.”

She hung up the phone, but the smile didn’t leave her face. She couldn’t wait to hear what Matt’s surprise was. Their two-month romance had been nothing but up, up, up. But he’d never done anything mysterious. It just wasn’t in Matt’s disposition. Her mind raced with the possibilities of what the surprise could be. It was too early for a marriage proposal. Her hand stopped over the partially chopped onion. Or was it? What if he… She shook her head. Lila, don’t go there. But what if it was? Another giggle escaped from her throat. You’ve been watching too many mushy Lifetime shows, she chided herself.

She kept smiling until she was about halfway through chopping the onion. Then as the fragrance of the onion hit her nose, she started to cry.

She reached for a tissue and wiped her eyes, then her nose. The tissue was covered with her mascara. “This is why I didn’t want to chop onions at Matt’s house,” she said. “I’m a wreck.”

After a bumpy initial romance, she and Matt had been in a near-constant state of bliss. They spent every weekend together and Lila was over at his home most nights of the week. Matt’s twins, barely two years old, were quickly becoming the joy of her life too. She bought them clothes and toys and spent hours playing with them and carrying them around on her hips. She’d never known how fun it was to have chubby toddlers bouncing in your arms.

Everyone noticed the difference in her. Lila was always friendly, if not a tad bit reserved. Now she laughed all the time and people told her she ‘glowed.’ Curious questions from friends, family and colleagues had started: Was this the one? Were they planning to marry soon? Had she met the family? Would she adopt his children?

So many questions.

Lila admitted she had wondered too, but it all seemed too soon. It was nice to enjoy being in love. So lovely to be held in the evenings in his strong arms after they were done talking. So lovely to stare into the fire. So wonderful to have someone to spend the weekends with. So lovely to have someone to eat dinner with several nights a week. After thirty-six years of being mostly single—except for two steady boyfriends—it was wonderful to have someone in her life to be with.

“Ugh, this onion is trying to kill me.” It was always the goal to get through the entire onion before rinsing her hands and eyes, but the scent of this onion was overpowering her.

Lila set the knife down and turned around, seeking relief at the sink where she washed her hands and dabbed the tissue under her eyes. Then, she reached for the coffee pot and started filling it with water.

A cup of coffee would remove the fog from her brain after a day of endless emails and reading briefs of her clients’ concerns and stances. She dabbed under her eyes again. Yep, what mascara was left was smeared under her eyes like some sort of weird runway model’s fancy look. She made one last attempt to wipe the tears—and makeup—from under her eyes, tossing the tissue into the garbage that was out underneath the sink. Her eyes landed on the picture of Matt’s kids on her refrigerator.

Her hand paused on the faucet and a small, dreamy smile appeared. She let out a long sigh. Emilie and Noah were two-year-old twins and the sweetest things she’d ever laid eyes on. She’d fallen in love with them almost before falling in love with their rugged, albeit somewhat withdrawn father.

Matt had come out of his shell by leaps and bounds the past few weeks. He’d probably never be the expressive, charismatic, amazing dresser she thought she might marry, but perhaps a well-dressed guy with a fancy job wasn’t the key to happiness after all. Lila scorned her younger self who’d set her mind on things that seemed so trivial now.

The chime of the text of her phone interrupted her thoughts. She turned and glanced at the picture coming through. It was Emilie and Noah, both with sleepy eyes and grins on their faces, Noah with his arms outstretched toward the camera. She inhaled, hit start on the coffee pot, and turned to finish chopping the onion with renewed vigor.

The onion was dumped into the heating oil and soon began to sizzle as it sautéed. Green, red, and yellow pepper was added along with garlic. The whole kitchen filled up with the aroma of cooking vegetables. Soon the baked chicken added to the fragrance.

Twenty minutes later, the soup was simmering, Lila had cleaned up her makeup and her purse was over her shoulder. She turned off the soup, put the lid on, grabbed two hot pads and made her way to the front door of the condo. She swung open the door, set the soup down on the cement and turned to lock the door. A familiar scent wafted up from the stairs. She hesitated and looked around. The patio was empty. Her neighbors to the right and across the way appeared to be away. The porch lights were on, but the windows were dark.

Where do I know that scent from? Clean, oceany, tad-too-strong men’s cologne from… She shook her head, not wanting to complete the thought. Memories from last year filled her mind, the whirl of a swift romance with her colleague, Jason, that almost changed the course of her career and her life.

She inhaled deeply, sent up a silent prayer of thanks for Matt, picked up her soup and carefully made her way down two flights of stairs to where her car was parked. The air in the suburb was chilly. Her breath came out in white puffs. Miles away, the Mt. Bevere and all the smaller mountains stood rugged and majestic, covered in snow, welcoming skiers and snowboarders.

She walked down the stairs with caution, avoiding icy spots. She held her core in tight, being careful to hold the heavy pot of soup close to her. The warmth of the pot penetrated through her coat. When she got to the bottom, she relaxed her muscles.

The man’s fragrance filled the air again. Lila jerked her head to the right.

“Jason?” Her mouth dropped open in disbelief. “What are you doing here?”

She hadn’t seen her ex-boyfriend since she’d broken up with him, right before Christmas. They hadn’t even spoken. He had ignored her texts of apology. It had been her fault. She’d fallen in love with Matt. So, what was he doing here now, especially when he was supposed to be in Boston?

Chapter 2

“I’m in town for a few days. I wanted to reconnect.” Jason reached out his arms. “Let me get that for you.”

Lila stood there, her mouth still open. She tried to talk, but no words came out.

Jason stepped toward her. “I realize this is a bit awkward.” He reached for the soup pot.

“A bit. I mean, I mean, yea, this is pretty awkward.” Her words tumbled out.

Jason took the pot of soup from her. He didn’t appear too unfazed with her irate reaction. “Lila, I—”

“No, Jason. Let me talk. Jason, I haven’t seen you since Christmas. And you didn’t really answer any of my texts.” Lila let go of the pot of soup, fumbling in her pocket for her keys. “Thanks,” she said, looking down at the ground. She unlocked the car and opened the door and extended her arms for the soup, still not looking at Jason.

She set the soup on the floor of the passenger seat and closed the door. Her mind raced. Was she supposed to meet him at the office? Was there a business thing she’d missed? She’d ignored all emails except for her clients for the past week. Sheesh. Maybe she should pay more attention to email.

“Aren’t you going to look at me?”

Lila looked up and smiled. “Of course. You just took me by surprise, and I was trying to figure out what in the world you’re doing here. I mean, I smelled you—”

“You smelled me?” Jason raised one brow.

“Your cologne. Up on my porch.” She pointed toward her condo. “Were you up there?”

He rubbed the side of his head. “Yea, I was. I was going to knock, but I got nervous.”

“You? Nervous? The famous trial lawyer who’s now heading up the prestigious law office in Boston?”

“I’m not always confident in everything I do.”

She looked at him. He was the most put together, suave, confident guy she’d ever met. He won all his cases. His clients loved him. The firm loved him. Most of the colleagues loved him. Even the ones who were jealous couldn’t help but like the guy. He had a winning personality. All the single women had crushes on him. When they’d dated last year, Lila thought she had struck the lottery in men.

She put one hand on her hip and glared at him. “Was I one of those things that made your confidence dip a bit?”

He shrugged. “I hate to admit it.”

Was he here to try to reconnect on a romantic level? He knew she was dating Matt. Knew she had turned down the big career opportunity—and him—to stay here and be with Matt. “What are you…”

“…doing here? Business actually.”

Thank goodness. “I figured that. But I don’t have any business connections—”

“You do actually. But I don’t want to talk about it here. We should talk over lunch at the office.”

“I’m curious. Can’t you tell me now? You’re known for putting things succinctly.”

“I’m going to let you hang in suspense. I’ll call you tomorrow?”

“I don’t know why you didn’t call me tonight. You didn’t even know I’d be home. And why did you come all the way over here if you weren’t even going to talk to me?”

“Well, I was driving by anyways. Then, I realized I could come up and say hi. Then I realized how weird that was…” His voice trailed off. “And I don’t want to upset you. Really.”

“You didn’t want to come off as a stalker.”

“Exactly. That creeper guy. Now that I know my cologne leaves a trail even when I’m not here, I’ll continue on my way and get a new cologne.” He smiled at her.

“It’s not that bad.” Lila rolled her eyes. “I’m just sensitive.”

Before she could stop him, Jason leaned toward her and kissed her right cheek, then her left. “Until tomorrow,” he whispered. He turned around before she could reply, got into his BMW, backed out and drove away.

Lila stood there for a second, blinking. “Did you start an office in Boston or in Paris? What’s with the double kiss thing?” She rubbed her cheek. Blech. She didn’t feel anything for Jason, but she was concerned he still felt something for her.

And that was going to be a problem.

Yikes! Jason is back! Can Lila keep him away from Matt? Will this tear apart Lila and Matt? The mischief is only beginning. Find out what happens. Purchase Lila’s Romantic Fiasco here.

 Lila's Romantic Fiasco by Poppy M. Haas

Filed Under: Book Preview, Uncategorized Tagged With: clean romance, Hollyton Romance Series, small town romance

Easy Summer Coffee Cake

May 28, 2019 by Poppy

For years I’ve had big dreams of being a fancy home baker.

You know, channeling my inner Julia Child or The Barefoot Contessa (she’s in there somewhere).

But really, it hasn’t quite happened.

 Achieving the consistent and beautiful results my baking heart desires is taking more work than I thought it would!

Sometimes, after a few baking faux pas, I turn back to my favorite recipes, the ones I’ve made for years and years. These recipes are a bit simpler than what I’m currently trying to master.

It’s the simple things, like this easy coffee cake recipe, that bring comfort in a way trying to master a genoise cake with a glass chocolate glaze never will.

Part of the reason this recipe is so easy is there are only a few ingredients in it: bisquick, milk, egg, brown sugar, butter, white sugar and cinnamon.

That’s it. Easy peasy.

It used to be on the side of the Bisquick box when I was growing up, but it disappeared years ago, and it hasn’t come back since (I’ve looked). Over the years, the base recipe stays the same, but I change up the streusel on top.

Added bonus: you only need one bowl for this recipe.

I make the cake portion in a large mixing bowl. I empty that into my 8×8 square (or equivalent-ish round) glass baking dish that I’ve sprayed my nonstick spray into.

Then, without rinsing it out, I go ahead and make the streusel in the same bowl.

This recipe is easy and it’s fast! It’s a great go-to for company coming over or for last minute brunch or breakfast guests.

Secrets of Great Streusel

If you’ve made coffeecakes before, you probably know the secret of getting that crumbly streusel.

  • Keep the butter cold
  • Cut the butter into chunks
  • Don’t overmix the streusel

I use a pastry cutter to make my streusel, but a knife works well. In a pinch, I’ve used my fingers.

Note: I tend to go overboard with the streusel. This coffee cake is dry, and the streusel gives it a delightful kick. And because I come from a topping-loving family, I would make more streusel than the recipe called for.

Sometimes, if I’m feeling a bit adventurous, I’ll add in a bit of nutmeg or allspice for added flavor. If you do this, keep the extra spices to about ¼ tsp each.

You can never have too much streusel.

After I make the streusel, I pour half of it over the cake. Then, I take a knife and make crisscross swipes through the batter. The goal is for the streusel to drop into the cake and not just stay on top. This adds to the delight of eating it!

After I’ve ‘forced’ the streusel to sink into the batter, I pour the rest of the streusel on top. I may use the knife to move it around just a little more.

Don’t overbake this recipe! Otherwise it does get a little dry.

It saves well for 3 days IF it lasts that long!  Be sure to wrap it tightly in saran wrap.  

Ingredients

For the cake:

2 cups bisquick

1 TB sugar

2/3 cup milk

1 egg

For the streusel:

2/3 cup brown sugar (I use more about 1 cup)

1/3 cup bisquick (I add about a 1/2 cup)

1 tsp cinnamon

½ cup butter, cut into chunks

Instructions

Preheat the oven to 350F.

In a large mixing bowl, mix the bisquick and sugar. Add the eggs and milk.

Mix until blended.

Spray a non-stick spray into an 8×8 square or equivalent round dish. It looks quite pretty in a circular round dish, if you have one.

Pour the batter into the dish.

In the same bowl, prepare the streusel. Add the brown sugar, bisquick, butter and cinnamon together. Mix them into a coarse blend. It should be quite chunky.

Pour half of the streusel on top of the batter. Use a knife and make crisscross cuts into the cake. Some of the streusel will drop into the batter.

Pour the rest of the streusel over the cake. Spread out gently if desired.

Bake for twenty-five minutes.

Check ‘done-ness’ with a butter knife. It should come out clean in the middle.

Note: if the knife gets stuck in a chunk of streusel, it may come out looking wet or dough-y. Be aware of that and check in another place if needed.

Best served warm with coffee or tea!

Filed Under: Recipes, Uncategorized Tagged With: bisquick, bisquick; coffeecake, easy coffeecake, recipes, summer coffeecake

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