Bibi Ayda’s Iraqi Orange and Walnut Bundt Cake

For all her grace and charm and elegance, Bibi was a mess in the kitchen. I’m not entirely sure I’ve inherited the former qualities, but I’ve undoubtedly inherited the latter. Spice jars open on the counter, a bag of fava beans half podded on the kitchen table, cupboards left slightly ajar and a fridge a little too full. Bibi’s excess was testament to her all-consuming love for feeding, for food and for us, her grandchildren. She was chaos and yet perfectly put together all at once, and her