The Bundt

I must be getting old because I bought myself a bundt pan today, and I'm very excited about it. Hip, young, cool people don't get excited about bake ware, and most definitely not a bundt pan. I'm sure of it. Bundt pans are for old Waspy people. Like the lady in the movie My Big Fat Greek Wedding... "I made a bundt" she says as she hands it to a confused Greek lady. The pan is for people who think it's ok to have a cake without butter cream frosting enrobing it. People with bundt pans think just a touch of powdered sugar lightly over the top will do. Kids hate people with bundt pans. When you're a kid and someone says 'would you like a slice of cake?' and you enthusiastically say yes, your heart drops as soon as you see the flowing curves of the bundt. No frosting. Drats. As an adult, I've figured it out. A bundt pan tries to distract you with its flashy lines so you are impressed with how it looks and don't notice that it's missing the good stuff.

So why did I buy one you ask? It probably has something to do with the fact that I too would like to convince my kids that a slice of zucchini cake in a fancy fluted shape is a dessert. Things don't have to be enrobed in sugar to be good. This past weekend I cut out two new recipes and they both called for the infamous bundt. I did ask Ben's opinion on if I should try them and he said I should. However, he suggested that I keep the secret ingredient (tomato soup) of the spice cake as our little secret as a way to protect Noah and Alanya. When I showed him I bought a can today he giggled and gleefully hid it in the pantry.

Maybe I'm getting old. Just don't call me old. Or I'll hit you in the head with my bundt.