crumble-topped blueberry breakfast cake

I made this blueberry coffee cake last night, thinking ahead because the last batch of breadrolls had gone stale, so that we had something for breakfast today. It is absolutely delicious. (I used frozen blueberries, that is, American blueberries, not bilberries, which are the native European blueberries, because MIL had a huge stash of frozen American blueberries. Bilberries are a bit more sour, but I don't find the difference significant enough to go for the non-native ones in preference myself.)

This recipe gives an experience that is similar to a homemade blueberry muffin except in cake form, which is much more convenient to bake but would be less convenient than a muffin on the go. If you're mostly not used to homemade blueberry muffins, though, this cake or a homemade blueberry muffin are about twice as good as the premade kind you can buy in plastic packets or get in a school cafeteria. It is not as sweet as a cupcake, but it's still on the sweet side for breakfast. In fact, the kinds of cakes that are frosted - layer cakes, sheetcakes, cupcakes - are a bit of a minority up here and what we would call coffee cakes make up the majority of what Nordic people call cakes. I like coffee cakes fine, but the imprecise concept match leads to lots of confusion and (potentially) disappointment, like my wife saying "What about this cake is breakfast?" at the same time I said "Or, as you Finns would say, just a cake". (This didn't stop her from having it for breakfast, of course.) Finns similarly don't distinguish between cupcakes and muffins, so in spite of past explanations, my muffin comparison didn't help.

I've made a similar recipe that adds lemon to the batter - there are lots out there (search 'lemon blueberry breakfast cake' or '-muffins') and I don't recall which, and it is a wonderful addition, but I didn't want to bother with zesting a lemon yesterday. Fortunately this is still delicious! And a wee bit different, thanks to the brown sugar and hint of cinnamon in the topping.

losing Wax (and/or losing a bunny) is now my most common anxiety nightmare scenario*

Last night I dreamed that my wife left some kind of anxiety-ridden magical fandom convention turned team-building talent contest before me and I tried to follow her but I didn't know what bus to take and then realized I didn't know where we live, and then I realized I didn't have my phone so I couldn't call her and ask, so I just went to downtown Turku, where I met her brother, and he wanted to help but he didn't know where we live either. He wanted to call her, but couldn't because I couldn't remember her phone number. So I ended up walking, for some reason, which turned into rollerskating through the snow, and just tried to follow a route that looked familiar, and when I finally got home and my key worked, my wife wasn't sure she recognized me but was about halfway convinced in a nonsensical nightmarish argument, only then we both realized that according to genre rules the next logical thing to happen would definitely be that a sinister doppelganger of me would enter at any moment. I woke up while we were trying to figure out how one repels a sinister doppelganger attack.

*for a long time after the 2006 summer Vacation from Hell, it was vacation with my parents and my dad being imperiled thereby