I have lots of memories with this cake. But my favorite memory happened a few years ago when I was cooking this cake in my mom’s kitchen. You see, my mom was helping me out by greasing and flouring the Bundt pan. She had already greased it, and was finishing up the flouring part. Instead of pouring the remaining bits of flour into the trash can, my mom did something totally out of character – she blew into the pan, trying to blow away the excess flour. I wish I had a camera at that time, because I would have loved to taken a picture of my mom – her whole face and head was covered in flour. Till this day Brannon and I can’t make this cake without pretending to blow the excess flour away! Love you Mom!!! 🙂 -Janet To me, this is the cake of the winter holidays. When I make this cake, the whole house smells like Thanksgiving and Christmas. -Janet