I have always been a believer in breakfast. When I was a kid, my favorite breakfast was coffee cake. To be precise, my favorite breakfast was the middle of the coffee cake, the part with lots of streusel. Coffee cake edges are always a bit dry, chewy, and bare. I remember once an elderly member of our community died and my dad was telling my siblings and me about him. I was about eight, and I suddenly had a wonderful thought, which I immediately voiced – “Dad, guess what? In heaven there will be coffee cakes with no edges.”

A single person at the Bruderhof explains why she goes to a different family’s breakfast each day of the week.