There go the street's waistlines.The lovely Roger brought me this enormous bundt tin from Vienna
today.It's very heavy, and makes a lovely church-bell-like sound when rapped with a knuckle - I'll be able stand at the front door and call the neighbours for coffee and cake simply by striking the tin with a wooden spoon.
No more dainty little cupcakes for us; mega-bundts are the way to go...
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