For as long as I can remember, my grandmother always kept a coffee cake on the counter. Sometimes she'd serve it after dinner. Other times, she'd slice it up when a friend dropped by. But that coffee cake always tasted the best when we sat down and ate it during one of our late-night chats. I'd give just about anything to sit down with her for one more talk, one more piece of cake. Remember that life is short, so you should always eat the cake.