FOR ONE YEAR, I LIVED IN A SMALL ENGLISH VILLAGE and nearly forgot I was American.
I had married an old beau. The night before Lent began, what locals called Shrove Tuesday or Pancake Tuesday, we gathered in the church hall of 14th Century St. Mary’s in Higham-Ferrers and gobbled up the most delicate pancakes.
They were lighter and more crepe-like than the American flapjacks I knew back home. We sprinkled them with sugar and lemon zest and rolled them up one by one and popped them into our mouths.
Many things about that time in England felt small and quaint— the homes, cars, lanes on the highways, and those little pancakes. But some things were grand—the churches, the country’s history, the walks, gardens, the Queen, and the sky and how blue it was just moments after a morning rain passed.
I miss those days. Travel gets you out of the familiar and into new places and cultures. It opens doors not just to recipes but different ways of thinking.

Three years ago this time, I was writing about the Russian invasion of Ukraine and baked a lemon cake to acknowledge it.
Yesterday, I rebaked that Ukrainian cake to mark The Oval Outburst. Maybe revisiting a much-loved cake and sharing slices with others would help me forget Friday’s White House dressing down of Ukraine’s president Volodymyr Zelensky.
But as good as the cake was, it didn’t. I can’t get that exchange out of my mind, and I’ll bet you can’t either. Zelensky is a hero not just for fighting off Russian aggression but for defending the free world. I was embarrassed and enraged by the actions of America’s leaders. Last evening, I learned the Trump administration has paused military aid to Ukraine.
This lemony Ukrainian cake recipe, above, found in The Moosewood Cookbook (1974) tells a family’s story. Author Mollie Katzen’s grandmother was born to Ukrainian parents in a covered wagon en route to Saskatchewan, Canada, in 1893. The family members were guests of a German Jewish philanthropist, Maurice de Hirsch, who was setting up colonies to protect Jews from rising antisemitism in Eastern Europe. Mollie’s grandmother would live her life in Montreal and become an avid baker who loved poppy seeds, which she called ‘’mohn’’ by their Yiddish name.
She would soak the seeds in milk before baking to soften them and infuse the milk with their wonderful earthy flavor.
Just as enslaved people from West African homelands carried benne seeds and planted them for luck as a border around the Georgia cotton fields they worked, displaced Jews like Mollie’s ancestors turned to poppy seeds to remind them of their homeland. Without poppy seeds, it’s just cake. With poppy seeds, it’s place.
‘’A strong nation, like a strong person, can afford to be gentle, firm, thoughtful, and restrained. It can afford to extend a helping hand to others. It’s a weak nation, like a weak person, that must behave with bluster and boasting and rashness and other signs of insecurity." - Jimmy Carter, Presidential candidate, Oct. 14, 1976.
Scrolling through Instagram Sunday afternoon, I was fortunate to find a post that educated me a bit more about Zelensky’s family’s World War II and Holocaust legacy that, no doubt, fuels his resilience.
Zelensky was an only child. His father Oleksandr worked in mining and geology, and his mother Rimma as an engineer. His parents pushed him to succeed. ‘’You have to be better than everyone else,’’ Zelensky told Time magazine in January 2024.
Zelensky’s paternal grandfather, Semyon Ivanovych Zelensky, served as an infantryman in the Soviet Red Army during the Second World War and survived the war. But Semyon’s father and three brothers were executed by Nazis. After the war, Zelensky’s grandmother, who had fled to Kazakhstan in 1941, returned to Ukraine, became a teacher, married Semyon, and raised a family. Zelensky remembered being around the kitchen table as a child and his grandmother talking about the years when Soviet soldiers came to confiscate Ukrainian food and their wheat was carried off at gunpoint. It was a part of Stalin’s attempt in the early 1930s to remake Soviet society and what led to the Ukrainian famine known as the Holodomor, translated to ‘’murder by hunger’’ that killed 3 million Ukrainians.
Zelensky’s family has endured atrocities far worse than White House bullying.
Three years ago, when I wrote about a lemon poppy seed cake in this newsletter, I was in my Nashville kitchen devastated by heart-wrenching images of the unprovoked war being shown on TV.
It had been nearly 40 years since I had first baked this cake in Atlanta in a narrow kitchen in a rambling old house divided into four apartments. I lived in a ground-floor apartment on the right-hand side and grew accustomed to my neighbors above walking their creaky floors day and night. But in my youth, I didn’t really understand what Ukraine was or what it stood for.
Yesterday, I baked this cake again more knowledgeable, more understanding, and out of love. I riffed on the original recipe again, using a simpler method of assembly, yogurt for moisture, extra lemon zest for flavor, and a lemon syrup brushed onto the Bundt cake before slicing.
The sun came into my kitchen’s east-facing window at just the right moment, and I quickly took some photos to share with you.
In three war-torn years, more than 7 million Ukrainian people have fled their native country in the largest migration since World War II. Ukrainians are the poppy seeds scattered in the wind.
Home baking can’t heal the mess we’re in right now. But the beauty of recipes, especially poignant ones like this cake, is how they transport you back a few years or maybe a world away from where you are now.
And if empathy starts in one kitchen and spreads from there to another, and if it’s on Fat Tuesday as Christians begin a Lenten season of reflection leading up to Easter, and if they are remembering and praying for other people who don’t believe everything they do, people who might not look like them or worship like them or worship at all, then cake could serve the greater good.
As it turned out, I returned to America after that year in England. I didn’t forget I was American. But right now, I’m having a hard time accepting what America looks like to the rest of the world. I’m ready to do as Jimmy Carter said and think about others and extend a helping hand.
Please share this post with your friends. I’ve sent it to you, my paid subscribers, first. But I am also publishing it as a free post this afternoon for everyone to read.
Happy baking this wonderful cake, and above all, speak up!
- xo, Anne

THE RECIPE:
Lemon Poppy Seed Cake for Ukraine
This new version of Mollie Katzen’s recipe is simpler to make because you don’t need an electric mixer. You choose how many poppy seeds to add. I suggest at least 1/4 cup and no more than 1/2 cup. You can omit the poppy seeds and fold in 1 cup small blueberries if you like. Lemons are the yellow for Ukraine in this recipe, and I upped the amount of lemon zest plus added a lemon syrup at the end to accentuate the flavor and make this cake gorgeous! You can bake this as a large loaf or you could make this into 12 to 16 muffins as well.
Makes 12 to 16 servings
Bake: About 1 hour
Vegetable shortening or spray and flour for prepping the pan
1 1/2 cups (300 grams) granulated sugar
3 large or 4 smaller lemons (you need 1/3 cup juice for the syrup and plenty of zest)
4 large eggs, lightly beaten
1 cup plain full-fat Greek yogurt
3/4 cup vegetable oil (sunflower, canola, avocado, or a light olive oil)
1/2 cup warm water
1/4 cup to 1/2 cup poppy seeds
2 1/4 cups (270 grams) all-purpose flour
1 1/2 teaspoons baking powder
3/4 teaspoon kosher salt
Lemon syrup:
1/3 cup reserved fresh lemon juice
1/3 cup (about 70 grams) granulated sugar
Place a rack in the center of the oven, and preheat the oven to 350ºF. Grease and flour a 10- or 12-cup Bundt pan.
Place the sugar in a large mixing bowl. Wash and dry the lemons. Grate their zest into the bowl with the sugar, and stir to combine. Add the eggs, yogurt, oil, and warm water, and stir with a wooden spoon to combine, and then whisk to remove any lumps. Fold in the poppy seeds.
In a separate smaller bowl, whisk together the flour, baking powder, and salt. Fold the flour mixture into the batter until just combined. Pour the batter into the prepared pan, and place the pan in the oven.
Bake until the cake springs back on top and tests done, about 1 hour. Remove from the oven and let rest in the pan 15 minutes.
Run a small metal spatula around the edges of the cake, and give it a good shake to invert onto a cooling rack. Place the rack on a half sheet pan to catch any drips from the syrup.
For the lemon syrup, cut the lemons in half and juice them to yield 1/3 cup juice. Place the juice in a small saucepan with the sugar. Bring to a boil, stirring, and let the mixture boil 1 to 2 minutes so the sugar dissolves and the mixture becomes syrupy. Poke a few holes in the top of the cake with a wooden skewer, and spoon the syrup over the top of the cake. With a pastry brush, carefully brush the syrup over all the edges of the cake. Garnish with extra lemon zest if you have it or fresh flowers. Slice and serve.
After feeling nothing but shame after last Friday's debacle in the Oval Office, your post and Jimmy Carter's quote put a smile on my face. Not much to smile about lately, but I am going to bake that cake and continue to pray for a gentler world. Kudos to Europe for stepping up. And especially Kudos to Zelensky for not being bullied by two bullies who should know better. Thank you so much for brightening my day!
Happy Mardi Gras! This sounds like a perfect “final” treat for this Mobilian to make before a season of fasting. I’m trying to do better about speaking up. I’m the only one in my family (and, sometimes, it feels like my entire immediate community) who believes and votes the way that I do. I’m also the only one who went to university and my thoughts get downplayed a lot as brainwashing, so I tend to just stay quiet. I want to stand up for what is right but always feel like I’m doing so at risk of being ostracized. I know that sounds like such a first world problem. Just what I’ve been dealing with lately. As always, thank you for sharing.