On Saturday morning my Dad would rise early, go for the paper and stop in the bakery for our weekend treats. He would bring home crumb cake because it was Mom's favorite (we didn't turn our nose up either). As he travelled home, some crumbs would fall to the bottom of the box and Mom would spoon them out and right onto her plate. She'd say she could eat a box of crumbs! This crumb coffee cake is simple, but it's the crumbs that make it wonderful! I hope you'll try it and make you own memories.