You may recall my initial post on Bundt pans and how much I love them. So much that I was collecting them from yard sales and Ebay so I could hang them in my new apartment, where the walls were very blank.
I thought it time for an update, since some of my Bundt children have finally made their way off the floor and onto the walls. Many live, appropriately enough, right above a large chunk of my cookbook collection. It’s a happy place.
The pure aluminum mold looked better in my living room with images of Washington, Lincoln, Scotland, and a much-loved photo of my mom in Quebec from the 70’s for company.
This doesn’t mean I won’t buy any more pans. Right now there are none in my bathroom or bedroom…though I do have one doing double duty as a fruit bowl in the kitchen.
At what point is this too much? I just don’t see it happening.
Anyway…my next post will be on the ultimate comfort food. I recently broke a nearly ten-year personal rule when I made the version of the recipe to go along with it, and I am mentally preparing myself for writing about the ordeal.
Spoiler alert… it was worth it. Happy Birthday John!