The other day I had a hankering for Mom’s Sour Cream Bundt Cake.  I’m not exactly sure why; I haven’t tasted it in over probably over 20 years.  Maybe it’s because I am cooking dinner tonight for my dad who’s in town visiting and I always like to impress him by cooking from Mom’s culinary archives.  It’s both cathartic and sentimental for us. What I loved about Mom's cake were those first bites of supreme moistness followed by the sugary center layer of nuts and cinnamon.  We’d not only eat this cake after dinner but also alongside our … [Read more...]