Coffee Cake, a cultural misunderstanding

by Lorna Harris on October 5, 2009

You’d think after 20 years of visiting or living in America there’d be no more misunderstandings.  You’ve worked them all out.  Faucet = tap, elevator = lift and so on.  But every now and then something catches me out and a small cultural misunderstanding takes place.

This time it was Coffee Cake.

I love coffee, particularly lattes and am completely unable to get through the day without having one.  So much so, that I don’t even have to order at my local café, when I walk through the door they start making my large, non-fat, latte.  And if I haven’t visited for a few days, the barista harasses me if he cycles by me on the boardwalk.  No, that’s not embarrassing at all.

And yet, I hate coffee flavoured things.  Really hate, not just a mild distaste, I loathe coffee flavoured cakes and chocolates.

After attending a school event last week, we were invited to meet other parents over coffee and Coffee Cake.  I thought that was a strange choice.  Not everyone likes coffee, so a cake made of this flavour was quite restricting.  As we entered the hall, I could see the cake and everyone was taking a piece and announcing how delicious it was.  I was surprised that so many people liked Coffee Cake.

I was offered a piece but declined.  Danny however, did take a piece.  That surprised me.  Danny doesn’t even drink coffee, hates it, but he knew this was coffee cake.  He then said ‘this is really good, you should have some.’  When I expressed surprise that he was enjoying something that was coffee flavoured, he looked at me and burst out laughing.

‘You think this has coffee in it, don’t you?’

Well, it was called Coffee Cake, what else was I supposed to think?

Now I know, Coffee Cake does not contain coffee.  Coffee Cake is cake that goes with coffee

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topmomblog October 5, 2009 at 11:32 am

Never thought of that… I’m enjoying your “All Things British” posts – I have bought from Boden before and now I want some Bridgewater Pottery to add to my mostly Italian pottery.

Kirsten Wright October 5, 2009 at 12:28 pm

I absolutely loved this post, because I never thought about coffee cake in any other way but that it’s cake to have with coffee until now. It is amazing what a different point of view can teach you about life! BTW, what did you think of the coffee cake?

Iota October 5, 2009 at 2:05 pm

I’d have been confused too.

So what about teacakes? Are they cakes that go with tea, in the US?

By the way, I loved your movie so much that I made one of my own, which I’ll post. Yours sounds better – more conversational. Mine sounds like an interrogation. I need to get a better script writer.

Twenty Four At Heart October 5, 2009 at 2:26 pm

LOL!!

Did I mention I may have bought the entire Boden catalog? Not really, but it feels like it. Things are arriving day by day. So far I’m only planning to return one item and am loving the others! It’s so fun! : )

Brit In Bosnia October 5, 2009 at 9:59 pm

Why is it that coffee is so lovely and coffee flavoured things are so disgusting? So pleased that it wasn’t coffee flavoured cake. Can I use this post on expatmums? x

Mwa October 6, 2009 at 2:15 am

I hate to drink coffee, but I love Café Noirs, which are biscuits with a coffee flavoured frosting. I hate Tiramisu though. I would love it if it didn’t have coffee. Actually, maybe I should try making Tiramisu without coffee.

Tammie Ryan October 8, 2009 at 1:38 pm

Well, how about pudding that isn’t pudding at all, but another word for after-dinner sweet dessert?

I’m an American living in England (Liss, Petersfield, Hants) and for the first few weeks of living here I couldn’t get over how many kids loved to eat pudding!

We’ve lived here for only three years, so I still encounter communication stumbling blocks, but at least I’ve stopped complimenting my friends on their pants!

I enjoy reading your blog.

Sharon November 1, 2009 at 6:26 am

This is so funny as we just had this misunderstanding in our house.

I’m a Californian, living in France (13 years), but also lived in England for 6 years before moving here.

My French-born son declined some cake, which he really liked back home. “But you liked it when Meme made it!”

“No it’s not the same. You said it’s COFFEE cake and Meme’s didn’t have any coffee in it. ” So I explained…

One “trip up” that happened after years in London were cocktail sticks. Now, we were preparing a for a party so it made sense that my flatmate needed stir sticks (as I thought they were) for the drinks. When I returned from the store with small straws, she wondered how she was going to make her ham and pineapple canapes with them…

Just warning you of that little trap…

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