Profiteroles
In any large quantity. No self-control. Jesus Christ. 

My Gromma's coffee cake
Made with the cheap instant stuff and produced at a rate of at least one per family per week (my Gromma had six kids and each one of them had children too). I would often feign or overstate illness to be able to go to her house and lick the bowl while we sat in a blanket-and-dining-chairs den watching VHS tapes of Dad's Army or Open All Hours. In my twenties, thinking I knew better, I tried to recreate this...