When I finally have a dog, I'm going whistle that tune when I'm calling him in for dinner or play time. My computer is back! And not a moment too soon. It would be a shame to not be able to share these boozy cakes with everyone. I know I have a lot of catching up to do, so many blogs to visit, recipes to try and photos to upload. Not having a computer was odd. It felt as though a close friend of mine was suddenly gone and left me with no means of communication. But, I've become addicted to the World Cup. I'm sad and confused over France's performance but I think the U.S. had a fantastic run! Since my top 2 are gone, I'm cheering for Portugal and Ghana.
When I was little, I wanted to be kidnapped by pirates or gypsies. It's not that I had a bad childhood, I was just hungry for an adventure. My plaid uniform with it's navy blue cardigan, knee socks, and saddle shoes were always so stiff and boring. One time I snuck in a pair of red socks and put them on in the girls bathroom. Of course I was told to remove them immediately, but it didn't keep me from trying to push the limits. As soon as summer vacation arrived, I would tear off that uniform and shove it into the dark recesses of my closet. Up until the age of 5, I hated wearing clothes, especially dresses. All I wanted to do was visit the ocean and swim until I found a ship. During a trip to Disney World, when I finally pulled my mom away from the nauseating It's a Small World Ride at Disney World (she loved that thing for some reason) I pulled/dragged my parents over to The Pirates of the Caribbean. I wanted to jump off the ride and join in the looting and plundering and all the freedom that came with it! I even picked the pirate that I wanted to marry-he looked like a young Mr. Clean. Anyway, I think it's obvious where my crazy plan to find a job in Dutch Harbor sprung from. :-)
The recipe calls for these to be made into 2 loaves, but I couldn't wait to try my new mini-bundt pan. Aside from my beloved rum, these tender cakes are bursting with vanilla! It's difficult to see, but there are beautiful flecks of vanilla bean nestled comfortably in every bite. Dorie's instructions call for rubbing the vanilla bean directly into the sugar-as though it were zest from a lemon. I loved the way this technique infuses the intoxicating aroma into the granules...and my fingertips. A warm rum syrup was brushed onto each cake while they were still warm from the oven. Even though I made half the cake recipe, I made the entire batch of rum syrup. Each little bundt transformed into a scrumptious, heavy, rum 'baba'.
Thank you, Wendy. Your Tuesdays with Dorie pick helped me get through a boring, computer-free week. For the recipe, please visit Wendy's stunning blog, Pink Stripes.