I realize “vanilla bundt cake” sounds like an edible yawn, but when I say this is a cake people talk about, I’m not lying. 

Here are two examples. 

Example 1
One Sunday afternoon, I was reclining (because I can’t spell the more ordinary word that means reclining and starts with an “L”) on the sofa when my nephew and his friend came panting into the house. They had been out on a bike ride and were stopping in for — I forget what, maybe water?

“Are you hungry?” I asked (sillily). “There’s cake on the table there. Help yourself.” 

The friend took some and then wandered over to peer down at me and ask what kind it was. Vanilla bundt, I told him.

“It’s really good,” he said (with feeling).

And then — here’s the clincher — my brother texted me a little later to say the friend had reported that they’d had “amazing vanilla ‘butt’ cake.”

Example 2
I was in the living room rocking a sleeping babe (insert all the melty emoji faces in the world), when my daughter and her friend stopped in. Right away, my daughter zeroed in on the cake (my second one) sitting pretty on the kitchen island under its glass dome. 

“Ooo, what’s this?”

“It’s good,” I said. “Eat some.” So they did, end of story.

Or so I thought….

The next day when my daughter and I were chatting over the driveway gate — she on her way into the barn to pick up her milk from the fridge, and me on my way back to the house after lifting weights in the barn — she suddenly sighed dramatically, and said, apropos of nothing, “That cake was soooo good.”

And then she told me the two of them continued discussing the cake long after they’d left our place. (And she mentioned a couple days ago that they’re still talking about it.)

So like I said, this one’s a cake to talk about. 

Yes, it’s a simple cake. But, oh my sweethearts, listen: It’s also incredibly tender and moist, flavorful, and surprisingly addictive. Expect people to eat it serially — ie, cut and eat, cut and eat, cut and eat. My advice?Just leave the dang knife on the cake plate already.

In fact, now that I’m thinking about it, a better name would be Doubletake Cake because:

1. Almost everyone goes in with low expectations, takes a bite, and then a startled look flits across their face, like they’ve just been pleasantly zapped. It’s delightful to watch.
2. I can’t tell you the number of times people have asked, “What kind of cake is this?” after the first few bites.
3. They almost always take another slice (if not more). 

I hope you find time this week to make your own doubletake butt cake.

It’s worth it. 

Vanilla Bundt Cake
(aka Vanilla Butt Cake, aka Doubletake Cake)
Adapted from NYT Cooking

After the first cake, I couldn’t stop thinking how much it reminded me of a giant cake doughnut, and once that popped into my mind, I decided the cake simply had to be glazed in its entirety. So for the second one, I also glazed the bottom, flipping the cake mid-glaze to ice its bottom (er…top?) and then turning it facedown again. The extra step was awkward and messy, and the bottom glaze stuck to the cake plate when serving, but still, I think the full drench was better. 

I love my bundt pan — cakes come out cleanly and always look striking. Recommend.

for the cake:
226 grams (2 sticks) butter, room temperature
350 grams (1¾ cups) sugar
4 eggs
1 tablespoon vanilla
½ teaspoon almond extract
290 grams (2¼ cups) flour 
1 teaspoon baking powder
1¼ teaspoon salt
180 ml (¾ cup) milk

Cream the butter and sugar for about 5 minutes, or until the color lightens. Beat in the eggs. Add the extracts. 

Mix the flour, baking powder, and salt, and then add the dry ingredients alternately with the milk. If the batter looks curdled, don’t worry about it.

Scoop the batter into a well-buttered and floured bundt pan. Bake at 325°F for about 1 hour, or an hour ten. Allow the cake to cool for 10-15 minutes before inverting onto a cooling rack. 

for the glaze:
185 grams (1½ cups) confectioner’s sugar, sifted
2-4 tablespoons milk
1 tablespoon vanilla (extract or bean paste)
½ teaspoon salt

Whisk the sugar, vanilla, salt, and 2 tablespoons of milk together. As needed, add more milk to get a smooth drizzle.

Once the cake is mostly cooled (but still a little warm), brush the glaze over every single inch. Take your time and be thorough. This is art. 

This same time, years previous: boundaries, world’s best ugly bran muffins, salted chocolate chunk cookies, the quotidian (6.15.20), cousin week, family week, a new pie basket, puff!, smart hostessing, sinking in, the quotidian (6.16.14), street food, a glimpse.

The people in my small group have strong opinions about breakfast. On a couple different occasions, we’ve had loud discussions over what ought to be consumed at breakfast, leading to threats of “just oatmeal” for supper at our next gathering, reminiscing about Cream of Wheat, and impromptu cereal-tasting sessions.

At one of these events I tasted someone’s breakfast of choice: raw oats. Which sounded terrible, but one taste and I was whisked back to when I was in highschool and my dad and I often ate raw oats and milk for breakfast. It was good after all!

Since then, I’ve been eating raw oats for breakfast a few times a week.

Usually, I dry toast them in a cast-iron skillet for added flavor, and then I pile all the other goodnesses into my bowl: chia seeds, coconut flakes, pumpkin seeds (Costco’s big bag is the best!), pecans, and raisins. Sometimes half a banana. And milk!

It takes awhile to chew through (which is nice, considering how much I enjoy the act of eating), it doesn’t make me feel yucky full, and I love starting my day tanked up on all the good things. 

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My husband and I recently burned through season 11 of Alone. (Netflix currently only streams two seasons.) 

Some people find the show too slow, but I think it’s anything but. No food! Freezing temps! Everything on the line! It’s inspiring to watch hardworking, earthy, creative people prove their mettle. Plus, seeing some poor soul claw through the dirt for a small handful of miniscule roots to tide them over for a day full of hard, physical labor while I munch popcorn on the sofa has a way of putting my life in perspective.

(It’s always a little head-scratching, though, how contestants start the season so pumped about the money prize,* and then by the end, they’re all like, “Who needs money? People are where it’s at.” To which I say, I could’ve told you that and spared you 57 days of slow starvation…)

*I have a hunch the producers require them to say stuff like that to hype things up.

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Last year, we invested in washable party dishes — bowls, cups, dessert plates, and dinner plates. They live in a big tub in an upstairs closet, so whenever it’s our turn to host Foodie Group, or a birthday party or family reunion, they’re ready to go. The dishes (we got four sets) are lightweight and compact, they don’t break, and they’re much more pleasant to eat from than paper plates. 

Of course, the downside is that you gotta wash them, which isn’t a big deal — except for one problem: if you don’t wash and then immediately rinse them in the hottest of hot waters, they have a lingering greasy feel.

I’d resigned myself to this drawback, but then when we were cleaning up after Eucefe’s party, on a whim I suggested to my husband that he try dumping some white vinegar in the rinse water. And it worked! One dunk in the vinegar rinse and there is zero greasy residue. 

So if you struggle with freshly-washed-yet-greasy plastics, try vinegar.

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Today’s sermon, courtesy of Shakespeare: The Stranger’s Case.

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Regarding our country’s current love affair with book banning, Jenny Lawson recently wrote the following paragraph illustrating the insanity.

Sometimes it feels like we’re living in A Brave New World (restricted) and that the book burning of Fahrenheit 451 (also restricted) is closer than ever, with no Sense and Sensibility (also restricted) about what this will cost. It feels like we’re going through The Crucible (also restricted) and are caught in a Catch-22 (also restricted) where we can’t convince people how terrible it is to ban books because they either don’t know the power of books or they absolutely know it and fear it. It’s An Absolutely Remarkable Thing (banned) how book banners go out on some kind of A Discovery of Witches (also banned) and fight against Acceptance (banned) and of diversity, while we are losing All The Beauty in the World (banned). America is a Beautiful Country (banned) in so many ways, but we will lose so much of that beauty if we don’t make Changes (banned) to cherish and embrace and grow what makes us Educated (banned) and compassionate. The diversity of voices is necessary…it is a reflection of who we are and who we want to be. A plethora of ideas and voices and experiences…This Is What America Looks Like (banned). We can’t just pretend that Everything’s Fine (banned) and that this is just an overreaction of Anxious People (banned). Do you think this is what the founding fathers like Alexander Hamilton (banned) envisioned? I’m going to stop here because I’m sure you can see that this dumb paragraph is WAY TOO EASY TO WRITE because there are so many books they have issues with and you probably get the picture already but y’all….Jane Eyre? The Color Purple? The Odyssey? Crime and Punishment?? THIS IS WHAT WE’RE SAVING TEENAGERS FROM?

So if you’re looking for some good reading material for the summer, there you go.

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This week, I was introduced to Tim Tams and now I’m mildly miffed that I never knew about them before.

There was a box of them in the snack photo I posted on Monday. I thought they were some generic box of cookies, but then someone commented that they now had a Tim Tam craving, which made me wonder if I was underestimating their value? So I ate one and then immediately “toaded” them up, sticking them in a ziplock and stuffing them in an upper cupboard so I wouldn’t eat them all in one go. 

The straw method is next.

This same time, years previous: the quotidian (6.10.24), pepper jack cheese, the coronavirus diaries: week 66, ba-BAM, pulling the pin, a photo book, mud cake, the smartest thing I did, the quotidian (6.11.12), in the middle.

Quotidian: daily, usual or customary;
everyday; ordinary; commonplace

Next up, I’m moving to Paris.

Boon: when you ask to borrow a can of beans from a neighbor and you get homemade ones.

Sausage, spinach, and all the cheeses: total comfort.

White cheddar, ready for skinnydipping.

Hot Wax on Floor Tiles
^{Jackson Pollock meets Sloppy Cheesemaker}

Double chocolate: the messiest scones in the bakery.

Laughing stock.

The Squidge is back home.

Drums, dancing, South African braai, and lots of beer.

And now we’ve got snacks for days.

This same time, years previous: perimenopause: HRT, what are you good at?, happy pork, milk central, the coronavirus diaries: week thirteen, margarita mix, energy boost, the family reunion of 2017, the quotidian (6.6.16), the quotidian (6.8.15), delivery, thorns, Jeni’s chocolate ice cream, how we beat the heat.