Sunday baking - the kind where I know I’m not going to make dessert any other night of the week, and the kitchen needs to earn its keep. A simple bundt, no glaze, just a heavy shake of powdered sugar that caught in all the ridges and looked, for about thirty seconds, like snow. My husband came in as I was shaking it, lifted the sifter out of my hand, and added more. He was right. There’s no such thing as too much.
A simple bundt
