Blissful bundt

Last year my last grandparent died. Elizabeth Minnie Marie Patridge (91). In fact, yesterday marked one year since the date of her passing. I know she's in a better place, without pain, but I miss her.

While I was visiting Grandma Patridge at her home last year, she asked me what I wanted for my birthday. I told her truthfully: a bundt cake pan. Before I left that day, my Aunt Mag, at my grandmother's request, gave me her bundt cake pan.

I've made about 4-5 bundt cakes in the past year. The first one was a German Chocolate cake that I made to celebrate spring with my then-boyfriend (now fiance). He proposed the next day! Awesome!

The second and third cakes were Rum cakes for Christmas. One went to the office holiday party, the other to a New Year's Eve party.

The fourth cake I made in honor of my birthday - it was an orange-juice type cake. One I that reminds me of Gram's "Busy Housewife Cake." I brought it to a party where a friend and I celebrated. Intoxicated people like bundt cake.

I'm amazed that everyone is in ah of the 'bundt.' It reminds of me the scene from My Big Fat Greek wedding where the parents meet for the first time - they had no idea what it was. If you need a refresher, see the YouTube clip here.

Last night I made my latest bundt cake - trying out recipes for a creation to serve for the head table at the wedding. Here are two snapshots of how the "Black & White Pound Cake" turned out. It smells delightful!


I shared it with my co-workers today, and they approve!