Nannie sent me an old bundt pan last month. I used it last night to make a chocolate pound cake.
The cake stuck to the pan though I let it bake an extra 15 minutes or so. I’m not sure if it’s the pan or the recipe.
The cake also absorbed a smell from the pan. Whenever I’d take the pan out of the oven to check the cake, I caught a whiff of my grandma’s house. It apparently rubbed off onto the cake.
“It’s like licking your grandmother’s clothes,” Chris said while eating a slice.
The pan is now soaking. Hopefully we can get rid of the smell. It’s nice to have memories of my grandparents’ home, I’m just not sure I want to be reminded of it while eating cake.