Happy National Bundt Day! (Featuring Pumpkin-Oatmeal Bundt)

Today is National Bundt Day.  If you didn't read my post from earlier this week, go back and read it to discover my history with this day. (You don't have to read it really, there's no history - Bundt cake is just a really good idea, and I wanted cake on Bundt Day 2010.  But I've celebrated each Bundt Day since then.  Because I like cake, y'all.)

Last week, my friend Ruhama (who started me on this Bundt Day broo-ha-ha) put a reminder on Facebook that Bundt Day was coming up.  A good idea on her part, really, because Bundt Day doesn't get all the fanfare and promotions of bigger holidays like Halloween or Christmas.  It kind of gets lost in the cracks, and that's just tragic because it's a holiday about cake.  So I started thinking about what kind of Bundt I'd make this year.  Seriously - I didn't procrastinate this year and glob a bunch of things together.  I actually planned ahead and looked through my recipe books.

I settled on a recipe from a cookbook my mom gave me many years ago, Have Breakfast with Us II, a collection of recipes from bed & breakfast owners across Wisconsin.  The recipes are all breakfast recipes, of course, but of the ones that I've tried, they've all been good.  And you've gotta think, these are the recipes for food they serve their guests - it must be good.  So although I've never made this particular recipe before, I figured it'd be pretty good.

The original recipe is called Morning Pumpkin Coffeecake and it is meant to be a Bundt cake.  I'm sure it's a lovely cake to serve with brunch at a Victorian B&B, but I can't get my stuff together early enough in the morning to make a breakfast Bundt.  So this will be dessert tonight.  Cake is cake, after all.  (I think this is Clue #1 why I wouldn't be a good B&B proprietor - "What?  You want me to cook you breakfast?  Before I've had my coffee.  Pfft.  Whatever.  Even my kids know they are on their own for breakfast.  It's every mortal for themselves around here, at least until I've got 2 cups of coffee on board."  I would maybe make a good Supper & Bed proprietor, though.  I'm usually together by then.)

So besides changing the name of the cake, I also modified the ingredients a bit to cut sugar and fat.  The original called for 1 and 1/2 sticks of butter or margarine.  I cut the butter in half and subbed Greek yogurt for part of it.  The original also called for 1.5 cups of brown sugar.  I cut the brown sugar in half and subbed in Splenda.  The original called for 6 egg whites and I just used 3 whole eggs (I don't have a problem with whole eggs, nutritionally speaking.  I do have a problem, however, with wasting 6 perfectly good yolks.)  I also didn't have the amount of raisins called for by the original recipe, so I used some dried cranberries, and I also added some chopped walnuts and increased spices.

Okay, let's get ready to rock Bundt Day 2012.

First step, assemble your ingredients:

• 2 cups all-purpose flour
• 1.25 cups old-fashioned oats
• 1 tablespoon baking powder
• 2 teaspoons baking soda
• 2 teaspoons cinnamon
• 1/2 teaspoon salt
• 1/2 teaspoon nutmeg
• 1/4 teaspoon allspice
• 1/4 teaspoon ground cloves
• 6 tablespoons butter (or 3/4 of a stick)
• 1/3 cup + 1 tablespoon plain Greek yogurt
• 3/4 cup firmly packed brown sugar
• 3/4 cup Splenda
• 1 can 100% 
• pumpkin puree (not pumpkin pie filling)
• 3 eggs
• 1/4 cup raisins
• 1/4 cup cranberries
• 1/2 cup chopped walnuts

Preheat your oven to 350 and spray your Bundt pan with cooking spray.  Mix dry ingredients (flour, oats, baking powder, salt and spices) in a bowl.  In bowl of stand mixer, combine softened butter, Greek yogurt, brown sugar, and Splenda.  

Beat until creamy and light.  Mix in pumpkin and eggs, combine thoroughly.  Gradually add flour mixture by spoonfuls until all of the flour mixture is evenly combined with wet ingredients.  Add in raisins, cranberries, and walnuts, combine. 

Pour cake batter into prepared Bundt.  Bake 60-70 minutes, until toothpick inserted into cake comes out clean.  Cool for 10 minutes, then unmold from Bundt pan.  Cake can then be frosted, glazed or dusted with powdered sugar. (I glazed mine with a small amount of a cinnamon-powdered sugar glaze.)

Nutrition: Depending on how big you cut your slices, this cake is fairly decent (calorie-wise) in its unfrosted state: 218 calories for 1/12 of the cake, or 262 for 1/10.  Nutritionally speaking, it's okay.  For 1/12 of the cake, you'll get 10 grams of fat.  Which isn't great, but it's less fat than what you'd get in a traditional boxed cake.  Sugars are only 6.3 grams, so that's not too bad, and total carbs are 29g.  

Verdict: I'll post an update in this spot later tonight, after we've had this cake for dessert.  :)  Check back later.

Updated (10-16-12): Sorry about not posting an update regarding the cake last night.  I've got kids, you know?  Anyhow...it's a good cake recipe.  The flavor is very good, and it's decently moist.  I thought it would have benefited more from cream cheese frosting (as opposed to the glaze), but my husband said it was fine the way it is.  It would definitely be a good choice for a breakfast or brunch spread - I think it was very "muffin-like" and could probably be adapted into outstanding muffins quite easily.  The kids gave it mixed reviews - one kid opted to skip it completely as he's not a huge fan of pumpkin to begin with (and evidently, he's also not a big fan of frosting-less cake).  Middle One ate all of hers and said it was good.  Little One ate parts of hers, which is saying something because when we have cake, she usually eats the frosting and leaves the cake behind.

A Prelude to National Bundt Day

Wednesday is National Bundt Day.  This will be the 3rd year I've celebrated.  To prepare, I dug up this item I wrote the first time I celebrated National Bundt Day.  Enjoy:

Happy National Bundt Day (Or, Adventures in Cake Baking with Toddlers in Tow)
Originally written and posted on Facebook, November 15, 2010


Earlier today, I posted a link to The Food Librarian's National Bundt Day celebration.  Inspired, I decided to make a Banana Nutella Bundt Cake.  Ruhama and Amie, food bloggers extraordinaire, asked me to share my results.  Here goes:

Note: for the complete recipe, visit Food Librarian's page.

Step 1: Find the Bundt pan.  Hope that, because you are trying to sell your house and erase any trace of actual human beings living in your home, that you didn't box it up and put it in the storage unit.

Where, or where, could it be?

Step 2: Realize that when last used (probably sometime during the second Bush administration), the Bundt pan was not cleaned thoroughly by "someone" (me) and there's still some German Chocolate cake crusted on one edge.

Step 3: Do dishes.  Wash Bundt pan, and, for kicks and giggles, all the other assorted dirty dishes lying about.  Drain sink, dry Bundt pan.

Step 4: Refill sink with bubbles because your 2 year old is having a fit that you didn't let her play in bubbles and you know you can't bake when there's a 2 year old in full tantrum mode in the middle of the kitchen. 

Bubbles!

Step 5: Prep ingredients.  Realize the paddle attachment for your Kitchen Aid is - you guessed it - dirty from making cookies the other day and sitting in the dishwasher.  Remove from dishwasher and wash by hand, stealing bubbles from 2 year old's sink full of bubbles as neccesary.

Step 6: Mix dry ingredients.  Scoop Nutella into a bowl as directed.  Realize, with a sigh, that you are using up the last of the Nutella and your son won't have any for his toast the next morning.  Wonder now if the cake is worth it, or if you should just scrap it so he can have his toast with Nutella in the morning.  Decide that hormones trump a kid's ingrained breakfast patterns and you're PMS-ing and you NEED cake more than he needs toast.  (Debate about running to Target later in the day for the big tub o' Nutella.  Because while hormonal, you're also a mom who wants her kids to be happy.)

Mmmm...Nutella...

Step 7: Set aside empty Nutella jar to lick clean with a spoon later on.  It is that time of the month, after all.

Step 8: Hear 2 year old say "Mommy look at me!" and realize she's putting on a beard of bubbles.  And getting water all over the kitchen cabinets you paid $$$$ to have redone a few months ago.  Rethink your decision at Step 4.  Consider it was still a good idea, but drain the sink of water and hope that she doesn't eat too many more bubbles.

Step 9: Cream butter and sugar.

Step 10: Add eggs to batter.  Because you're slightly OCD about eggs and salmonella, wash hands thoroughly.

Step 11: Add bananas and yogurt (Or in my case, sour milk because we just don't have plain yogurt laying about. Strawberry-mango drinkable yogurt for the kids, yes; blackberry-pomegranate Activia for the grown-ups, yes; but no plain yogurt).

Step 12: Add flour mixture, mix until everything is combined.

Step 13: Scoop out 1 cup of the banana cake mixture and fold into Nutella.  Get Nutella mix on your fingers.  Find yourself ready to lick Nutella-y goodness off your fingers until your OCD kicks in again and whispers "salmonella..."  Wash hands again.

Smells and looks chocolatey, but it's not edible yet.  Unless you like salmonella pudding.

Step 14: Scoop plain batter into pan; realize as you do that one chunk of butter didn't cream with the sugar properly.  Consider (briefly! briefly!) chucking it all because it probably won't turn out, but no:  we want cake.  We need cake.  We sacrificed our son's breakfast Nutella for this cake.  We're gonna have cake, gol-darnit!

Step 15: Scoop Nutella batter on top of plain batter.  Swirl with a knife.  Be a tiny bit sad that it's not swirling just as you'd like it to.  And you can draw swirls no problem...they're one of your favorite doodles to draw when on hold.  That and 3-D boxes.  And stick people.

Swirled (not so much) batter ready to go in the oven.

Step 16: Ready to go in the oven.  Bake at 350 for 50 minutes.  Survey disaster left behind.  Clean it up, along with counters because there could be raw egg on them, and you're a little OCD about raw egg.

Step 17: When the timer goes off, use a toothpick to check for doneness while your 2 year old dances around the kitchen singing "I want cakey!  I want cakey!"  If the toothpick comes out clean, let the cakey cool for 15 minutes.

Step 18: Unmold to a plate.  Immediately notice what became of the un-creamed butter chunk (Note: I claim Uncreamed Butter Chunks as the name of my next band.) and that there is an obvious chunk of overly buttery cake that stuck to the pan.  Sprinkle with powdered sugar, trying (in vain, it turns out) to conceal your band-name-inspiring butter goof.

Finished product.  Wanna play "Spot the Butter Goof?"

Verdict: A great cake recipe.  Kind of crisp on the outside, very moist and flavorful on the inside.  Can't really taste the Nutella, per se, but there's definitely a nummy chocolate taste mingling with the banana.

Raising Women

Twice in the past week, I've been made aware by my daughters that I'm not doing very well at raising the next generation of women.

Example #1: Little One and I were having a conversation.  She said something that was pretty bright and I responded by saying "You're so smart!"  

"Don't call me that," she said.

"Call you what?"

"Smart.  I don't like being called smart.  You can call me pretty, and you can call me cute, but don't call me smart!"

Sigh. Talk about a wake-up call.  She's four years old.  FOUR.  And she's already thinking that "pretty" and "cute" are better attributes than "smart" or "compassionate."  And I'll admit, I tell my girls quite often that they look pretty.  As in, that dress looks really cute on you.  Or, your hair looks really nice today.  But I also toss out compliments like you're so creative.  Or that was a really kind thing to do.  Or I'm really proud of how well you did on that test! So why is it that "pretty" and "cute" are the attributes that are sticking with Little One?

Example #2: Middle One and I were watching the news together this morning before she went to school.  They were showing a retrospective of the entire election season, starting at the very beginning.  They showed a few snippets of Michele Bachmann's campaign and Middle One turned to me and said "Girls can be President?"

What?!?!?  How is it that I have a 4th grade daughter that doesn't know that girls can be anything they want to be - including President of the United States?

So you can imagine that I'm feeling today like I've let my daughters down somehow.  Somehow, I've let them fall into the traps that many girls and women fall into - one trap that says your value as a female is whatever is on the outside, and another trap that sets limits on women and tell us that we can't do such-and-such because you're a girl.  And both of these traps are things I've thought I've been active in helping my girls avoid.  Apparently not as much as I would have hoped.  Or perhaps those traps are just that big.

This all comes on the heels of Halloween and the horrible onslaught of costume choices for girls (and women).  Just by taking a look at the costumes available for girls, you can see why they might be concerned about their looks at age 4, or why they might not realize at the age of 9 that the office of President is something they might be allowed to aim for.  This was the cover of an ad that came with our newspaper before Halloween:

The costumes pictured are based on the Monster High dolls.  They're like Barbies, but trashier.  The skirts are shorter, the lips are more pouty, and they show more skin and sass than your average Barbie (who, for all her faults, at least aims to be President, an astronaut, a teacher, a businesswoman, etc.).  But look at those costumes that they're selling to pre-teen girls.  Short skirts.  Fingerless black lace gloves.  Body-hugging suits that give the illusion of low-slung pants, bare midriffs, and bustiers.

And this is just one advertisement for 3 costumes.  This doesn't take into account all the other costumes out there with questionable attire.  It doesn't take into account the subtle messages our girls get from TV shows - that it's the pretty girl who is popular and that she's not necessarily the nicest or smartest girl, but it doesn't matter because she's pretty.  And there's so many other things out there that tells a growing girl that she's not good enough if she's intelligent, witty, kind, compassionate, athletic, healthy, imaginative, creative or funny - she also needs to be pretty for any of that to matter.

I knew that with all of those traps looking to ensnare girls, I had my work cut out for me in raising my girls to become wise women.  I just didn't realize that it would be so hard to counter-act the messages of society and culture.  And maybe I'm failing at my job when they would rather be pretty than smart, or when they don't realize that being a president is a job open to both men and women.  But I also realize that I'm not a total failure in parenting these women of the future.  Middle One took one look at the ad pictured above and said "Ugh.  I hate these kinds of costumes.  They're sooo not appropriate for girls my age."

Small victory.