What is it about a bundt cake that spurs conversation and camaraderie?
Is it some latent childhood memory that brings back the elusive rhythm of adults talking in the background that allowed kids to be invisible? In so many ways, that was what we always wanted as kids – to not be sticking out or the center of attention. To fade into the background so we could focus on our adventures. To not be bothered by fastidious adults and hovering parents. These days I’m on the other end of that scene – in the muffled background noise of the adults. There is a certain full circle symmetry there, mixed metaphors and all. That brings us back to the title and featured picture of this post: the bundt cake.
Maybe, like tea, it is ritual.
Something to occupy our hands and our attention, giving relief to any awkwardness among people in a room together.
The business of busy-ness is the point of much too much of our lives.
That’s the beauty of the bundt.
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