"You're my obsession,
My fetish, My religion
My confusion, My confession
The one I want tonight..."
Is it wrong that this is the song I sing to my cake? Weird maybe, but not wrong...right?
It's just that I've fallen in love with this cake recipe and it's sooooo good that it deserves to be sung to.
Especially because it's a bundt cake which, let's face it, is little competition for the cupcake.
Personally, I always thought they were, um, gross. Yes, gross. There. I admit it. I thought they were gross and heavy and laden with fruits or nuts and best used as door stops. Or anchor ships.
That is...until my mom's birthday rolled around last week and I desperately wanted to deliver her some Happy Birthday goodness.
Her day was off to a sad start because she hadn't received her morning "wake up it's your birthday" call from her mom (my grandmother who passed away in December). I'd sent her a card, but she moved and so the card was delayed in getting to her new address. Flowers seemed to be the first logical option - but have you seen the wimpy little bouquets they pass off for a small fortune these days? Then I thought about one of those cookie or fruit bouquets - but Paso Robles doesn't have one there. Plus? Twice as much as flowers. Pretty much everything I came up with had some silly requirement about ordering earlier to ensure a same day delivery. Whatever.
Then I remembered this little bakery called Kiki's or Koko's in a small town called Arroyo Grande which is not far from Paso Robles, so I turned to my good friend Google and VOILA - there they were!
Looking at their website I could almost smell the goodness right thru my computer screen. They are called KK's and they specialize in gourmet bundt cakes. (Who knew they could be gourmet?) I called the bakery - thanks to my lucky stars and a 3 hour time difference they had just opened. The owner was WONDERFUL! She listened to my story, she tracked down a messenger headed in the direction of Paso Robles, and she made sure that by noon my mother had in her hands her very own fresh baked french vanilla butter rum cake to celebrate her birthday - which also happens to be my step-dads birthday so they could share it! She reported back that not only did it smell declicious and have all of her coworkers mouths watering - but it really was good has now become her new favorite dessert. SCORE!
Perusing the KK's website begged the question, why have I never made a bundt cake before? All of KK's certainly looked yummy enough...could it be that I have been mistaken all these years and I am actually missing out?
Nah.
Friday night I was stuck browsing thru Target, sipping on a Starbucks grande white hot chocolate while I waited A.J. who was attending a Team Impact thing he was invited to (oh the agony of motherhood!) when suddenly I remembered: bundt pan.
I didn't own one and even if I don't ever make a bundt cake, shouldn't I at least own one? Isn't it a right of womanhood or something? Can I call my kitchen complete without one?
So I bought the almost cheapest one they had - because if something comes in teflon? It's in my best interest to choose that. Toxins be damned! (I may or may not have a penchant for burning things.)
To give credit where credit is due, Mr. Jones is the one who kept the new pan from being put directly into a far reaching, dark, forgotten corner of the kitchen cabinets. See, he sort of bet me that I couldn't wander to isles of Target and leave empty handed. And I sort of said "I'll take that bet, yer gonna regret, cause I'm the best that ever been...." and then I rocked my Charlie Daniels air fiddle skills for his air for his entertainment bemusement.
I really hate it when he wins bets. He never lets it go! All day Saturday he kept asking me about my new pan and what I was going to make in it and when was I going to make whatever I make in it and blah blah blah. I was left with no choice but to find a stupid bundt cake recipe. But the jokes on him now, cause as it turns out I learned all about how the bundt pan came to be and gained this whole new appreciation for a cake I had thought to be so icky.
The recipe I chose for my first attempt was an Apricot cake - you use a regular box cake mix but you add apricot jello mix and apricot nectar. It was SO GOOD! Nevermind that I broke the cake by releasing it from the pan too soon, it was scrumdiddlyumptious. I never even got around to making a glaze because the kids' noses' pulled them in with their mouths wide open. I literally had to cut a couple slices off and hide them so that I could have some for work today. Then I started singing. "You're my obsession, my fetish, my religion, my confusion, my confession....the one I want tonight..."
Oooh, and guess what I ordered this evening?
These little bundt-les of love. (Haha, get it? Bundt-les, bundles? No? Just me then?)
....you're my obsession....
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