Over a year and a half ago, I bought myself a new Bundt pan because I loved the way it looked. Maybe it was the winter weather, but I also seemed to be in the mood for citrus.
So I happened upon this recipe for orange Bundt cake and gave it a try. But who even thought of making an orange-flavored cake with a hole through it?
Fred adored his orange farm. Ever since he was a child, his parents had been grooming him to take over the family business. Rows upon rows of beautiful orange trees dotted his expansive farm. Now it was all his. All he needed was a woman to complete his life.
But let’s face it: Fred’s life, aside from working his farm, was a series of drunken nights at bars, hanging out with his group of boys. Not exactly the kind of thing where he could meet a good, quality woman to settle down with.
One day, as he was browsing the produce at the local grocery store, he happened upon the most beautiful woman he had seen in recent times, a slender, blond woman with fair skin and beautiful eyes. Fred’s knees weakened a little as he reached over to an orange close to her, just to have an excuse to be near her. Who was he kidding, though? The oranges on his farm were far better than any of the junk they sold here at the grocery store.
“Are you into oranges?” asked Fred, halfway between an honest attempt at conversation and a clumsy pickup line.
“Oh I love eating oranges!” said the woman, far more enthusiastically than Fred had ever expected her to be. “Do you know a lot about them?”
“Do I? I have a whole farm full of them!”
“No way! I’m Clara, by the way. I’ve been dreaming about making some delicious dessert. Maybe with some oranges.”
“I’m Fred. Well, if you’re interested, you can come try some fresh oranges from my farm. It’s just down the street,” Fred said, as he gestured toward his house.
Clara agreed readily. This was way too easy. A beautiful girl, into the crop he grew, willing to come over to his house within a minute of meeting?
They arrived at his house, where Clara immediately started talking about what to bake. She seemed keen on an orange cake. A soft, spongy cake with an orange glaze, perhaps. She started rooting through his kitchen cabinets. Tragically, Fred did not have a regular cake pan. He did, however, have a Bundt pan with a hole in the middle.
“You have a Bundt pan, but not a regular cake pan?” Clara asked, puzzled.
“That was my mom’s. She loved Bundt cake. I always looked forward to her pound cake during the holidays,” Fred said wistfully.
“OK, this will do!” Clara said excitedly, as she threw together a cake batter of butter, sugar, flour, eggs, and some orange zest from some oranges Fred had on the counter. “These oranges will make a yummy glaze!” she chirped.
Right after she poured the batter into the pan and then put the pan in the oven, she set about making the glaze, from orange juice she squeezed from the oranges she zested, along with some more orange zest and powdered sugar. Clara declared all there was to do was wait, so she joined Fred on the couch.
They immediately sat very close to each other, so close that not holding hands would have felt unnatural. Her head was soon on his shoulder, as they watched the latest made-for-TV romantic movie that happened to be playing on Lifetime.
The music swelled, the tears started flowing, and the timer went off. Clara sprang up and removed the cake from the oven, perfectly golden brown. After letting it rest for a few minutes while the movie finished up and the tragic characters all died, she turned it out onto a plate, and then drizzled the glaze on top. The aroma of oranges was heavenly. Their mouths watered like the eyes of the movie characters who lost their loved ones.
Clara cut two slices, and they both tried her newest creation. The bright flavors of orange exploded in their mouths, their eyes lighting up like Christmas trees. “This is delicious Clara!” exclaimed Fred, cake still visible in his mouth.
For whatever reason, this orange cake made them both want to jump on each other. Their mouths met first, lips locking and tongues immediately exploring the innermost recesses of the other person’s mouth.
Their bodies moved together over to the nearby bedroom, clothes stripping off so effortlessly it was as if they were meant to be removed. Their kissing now frantic, their hands traveled downward, touching each other’s genitals with a familiarity that seemed impossible between two strangers.
As their hands stroked their respective parts, their natural lubrication flowed forth like water from a broken dam. Their hands glided effortlessly over skin, their juices reducing the friction to an afterthought.
Penetration was imminent. Fred guided his penis into Clara’s vagina like a heat-seeking missile homing in on its target. She had never had a man enter her with such ease, such effortlessness. His thrusting immediately started, as did Clara’s moaning.
The tip of his member was grazing her spot with just the right pressure, teasing her with unbelievable pleasure. Fred’s moans grew louder as well, with his thrusting increasing in speed to match.
The pressure had built up to the maximum, and both were ready to let go. Fred went first, releasing spurt after spurt of warm semen inside of Clara. The flow of hot fluid deep into her sex was enough for Clara to reach her own climax. She let out a loud, long moan while Fred was still inside of her.
Fred withdrew his penis from Clara, and they both collapsed on the bed, incredibly content from their afternoon of baking a delightful orange treat and amazing sex that no doubt was a result of that culinary creation.
Sadly, my experience making this cake was not nearly as exciting, but here’s the recipe.
Orange Bundt Cake
3 cups all purpose flour
1 teaspoon baking powder
1/2 teaspoon baking soda
1/2 teaspoon salt
1/2 cup (1 stick) unsalted butter, room temperature
1 1/2 cups sugar
1/3 cup vegetable oil
3 large eggs
1 tablespoon fresh orange zest
1/2 teaspoon vanilla extract
1 cup freshly squeezed orange juice
Orange Glaze
2 tablespoons fresh orange juice
1 teaspoon orange zest
1 cup confectioners’ sugar
- Preheat the oven to 350F, and grease and flour a 10- to 12-cup Bundt pan.
- Whisk together the flour, baking powder, baking soda, and salt in a bowl, and set aside.
- Cream the softened butter and sugar together until light and fluffy.
- Add the vegetable oil and mix until combined.
- Add the eggs, one at a time, until combined.
- Add the orange zest and vanilla extract, and stir until combined.
- Stir a third of the flour mixture into the butter mixture.
- Add half of the orange juice and stir.
- Stir in another third of the flour mixture, and then the rest of the orange juice.
- Stir in the remainder of the flour mixture and mix until just combined.
- Pour the batter into the Bundt pan and bake for 40-45 minutes, until a toothpick inserted into the cake comes out clean.
- Let the cake rest for 15 minutes in the pan before turning it out onto a wire rack.
- Make the glaze by whisking together the orange juice, orange zest, and confectioners’ sugar.
- Drizzle the glaze onto the cake after it cools.
The batter after everything is mixed together.
The batter goes into the Bundt pan.
And the cake is done after 40 minutes in the oven.
My Bundt pan has the cool spiral ridges.
The glaze, with only three ingredients.
The cake with the glaze drizzled over the top. It seemed to run down the ridges and onto my counter, however.
The orange juice and zest gave this cake a strong orange flavor, and the orange juice and oil gave it a nice moist texture.