I remember making Monkey Bread once or twice as a kid. Although, back then I called in Monkey Balls because I thought that was hysterical. What can I say? I was into potty humor.
Anyway, I was looking through my recipe binder in search of a cake. All my books had failed me because I didn’t have eggs and every cake the Husband would eat required eggs. So when I stumbled on this, I was sold.
It was unbelievably easy to make and the Husband loved it, which is really important in my baking. His love of your baking may not be your top priority. I don’t know why it’s not, but to each his own I guess.