I romanticize the word “bundt.” It’s weird because of the “-dt” and represents the one thing in life that nobody takes for granted: the quality of a cake baked into a circle. I bought this frozen pastry and followed the directions to let rise overnight on a pan, but then I strayed and laid the raised loaf into a ring shape in my stoneware bundt dish. “Will it cook on the bottom?” I wondered?
The remaining half of the pastry ring has been sequestered inside the toaster oven so the cats can’t get to it.