The hunt for the perfect Bundt
By: Misty Smoke
For nearly 9 months I’ve been in hot pursuit of what some would call the perfect Bundt. However arduous the lengthy process may seem, I must assure you that it has been nothing but pure joy. Although once bashful of attempting to uncover the most prime, flawless Bundt, I have since fully embraced the enticing call.
I was acquainted to the store by way of fluke, that is, I merely stumbled upon the fine establishment on a miserably dreary day last December. My first exposure could be considered somewhat of a tease in that I hadn’t entirely decided what this shop would mean to me. It was not long, however, before I became considerably friendly toward the owners, Tom and Terre Downey. Through snappy rhetoric and my first purchase, my blooming relationship with the store would soon surely reveal the nebulous concept of the premier Bundt.
The first bite was not a fairy tale story of a prince and princess, nor was it entirely repugnant. Instead, as I pulled away from the first bite my eyebrows twitched, raising gently as if to consider the rarity just encountered. Recalling the richness of the chocolate only led me to consider its fluffiness; just as the buttery frosting only led me to ponder its crispness. I was indeed torn. Where to begin? How to approach? How to proceed? The options were immense, yet so simple. Take another bite. The next was a bit larger, again, more interesting, and of course the process continued in scale. Before long the cake was gone and still the desire for the perfect Bundt loomed – now even larger than before. What was a girl to do?
Over a period of 8 months I continued to tease my buds with the most complex of flavors. From dark chocolate to light, from raspberry to carrot and lemon, I knew I had not achieved perfection. I tried pecan swirl and ‘flavors of the month’ to no avail. Then, when the pursuit was ripe, the air began to change. The humidity increased uniformly with the temperature, the trees stopped swaying and the wildlife seemed to disappear. Never mind that it was summer, I was on the verge of discovering the perfect Bundt! I could feel it.
I strolled in to Nothing Bundt Cakes with my usual flaming desire but a bit more casually this time, as if to show my confidence. I struck up a quick conversation and promptly had the one cake that had not yet been consumed. It was the perfect alliance of sugar and eggs, the holy matrimony of vanilla and chocolate – a sensational marble cake. But, alas, after consumption I was fooled! I couldn’t help but think of the famous author Goethe who once said:
“Distance is like the future. A vast twilt entity lies before us, our perception is lost in it and becomes as blurred as our eye site, and we yearn – we yearn to surrender all of ourselves and let ourselves be filled with a single, tremendous, magnificent emotion but alas … when we hurry to the spot, when there becomes here, everything is as it was and we are left standing in our poverty and constraint, our souls longing for the balm that has eluded us.”
I still have yet to find the perfect Bundt, but it’s there. I will keep searching.
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