I can’t say that I’ve ever sought out a recipe for a spectacular bundt cake.
Three-layer chocolate cake? Sure. The best pumpkin cheesecake with a gingersnap crust? You know I’ve spent hours perusing Pinterest for that baby.
But a bundt cake? Never.
I have several reasons for the bundt cake deficit in my life.
A. I do not own a bundt pan. I suppose it goes without saying, but I see absolutely no reason to hunt down recipes for a cake that I cannot physically make in my own kitchen. And when you spend the majority of your adult life living in kitchens smaller than your bathroom, bundt pans are not a luxury you have the cabinet space to afford.
B. I am not a huge fan of bundt cakes. I grew up in the Midwest, where bundt cakes reign supreme at the church social, second only to the casserole, forever and amen. And while the neighborhood ladies dutifully baked their bundt cakes with the devotion of a 1950’s housewife, I never actually tasted one that was worth a second bite. Based on childhood experience, “bundt cake” is synonymous with “dry, bland cake with a hole in the center.”