Spring break is over and you’re back to the daily grind. Your normal routine has once again taken over your life. Although you knew something so wonderful could not last forever, and you’d inevitably be thrown back into the necessary, you still can’t believe how fast your break flew by. It was too good to last. Why is it that when you’re at such places as work or school, time moves so slowly? Yet when encountered in fun situations, as in weekends and breaks, time moves so fast it gets away from us? You ponder this as reality sinks in. Gone are the days of waking up late and not following a schedule. Of not having to get up at a certain time to do something you didn’t want to do. Of being forced to be a grown up and make decisions you’re not ready to make. You take with you the moments of happiness when you had your full day ahead with nothing to do but to relax and finally enjoy yourself. A week we like to call spring break to make school bearable for the next month or so. Outings to the beach, picnics at the park, road trips with friends, gatherings with family, and random trips to the movies are now just distant memories from the past.
On the morning of the first day back to reality, you muster up all your strength and force yourself out of bed. Only the prospect of a full day awaits you now and you begin to tell yourself that you can get through anything. You must. So you lazily and half-heartedly pull yourself together and look at the calendar hanging on the back of your bedroom door. Searching for the next break, holiday, or vacation. You’ll settle for anything at this point. You scour the weeks, that make up the month of April, yearning for some sort of relief. With no luck in sight, you settle for the coming weekend and tell yourself that two days are better than none. You shower, get dressed, and prepare yourself mentally. See? This isn’t so bad. Suddenly you realize you’ve taken too much time getting ready and complaining that you’re running late. One last look, you turn off the light, and rush downstairs.
You ponder. Leave and begin the day on the wrong foot with an empty stomach? Or risk the chance of being a couple minutes late so that you can fill your tummy? “I’ll focus better and be more alert if I eat something,” you convince yourself. Searching through the pantry, cupboards and fridge you think of all the prospects. Cereal sounds good, with ice cold milk. But no, not today. You’d have to grab a bowl from way over there and dirty a spoon. Too many steps for your brain to process at the moment. You have more important things to focus on. Granola bar, now that’s fast and convenient. Nah, you don’t feel like being healthy today. “I’ll start my healthy choices tomorrow. Tomorrow for sure.” And just when you’re about to give up all hope and forget all about breakfast, the corner of your eye catches something. A crystal cake stand, that you’ve never noticed before. Or at least not recently. You walk slowly toward it marveling at the treasure inside. You lift the heavy glass lid and are instantly hit with the aroma of cinnamon and spice, and what you discern as everything nice. Why, someone has left this wonderfully smelling streusel coffee cake for you to devour. For you to enjoy. Now isn’t that nice? Help yourself. Don’t mind if you do. You cut a giant slice and rush out the door. Now you’re ready for school. Now you’re more than prepared to make it through the day. By the look of the cake, and the smile on your face, it looks like you’re more than prepared to make it through the week; cake in hand
First thing we have to do is create the streusel filling and topping.
In a food processor, throw in the pecans.
Pulse a few times just to break them down slightly.