My Bohemian great-grandmother used to own a bakery in East Baltimore. One of my prized family heirlooms is a glass cake stand that had been used in her shop. Somewhere along the line, I also inherited her recipe for apple cake. Hers is a dense white sheet cake topped with sliced apples and cinnamon, a crowd-pleaser in a family full of non-chocolate-eaters (I know, right?).
I looked at the calendar this past Sunday, saw that October was almost over, and realized our family hadn't gone apple picking yet. It is my favorite month, and October just isn't October without a trip to the orchard. Before the season is over, I need to take a bumpy tractor ride while admiring the blue skies, crisp air, and golden sun; a trio only experienced during Autumn. I need to make my great-grandmother's apple cake. I was also craving warm apple cider and donuts. So, there's that too!
My husband was busy with projects around the house. So, I called my longtime best friend, my children's Aunt Jill, and asked her if she was up for a little apple picking. We did something similar last year, and found that the apple orchard is a good halfway point between our houses. Even though it was very last minute, she was up for a little adventure!
A tractor took us to the picking rows, and we proceeded to pick a whopping 50 pounds of Fuji apples. We have a lot of apple cakes (and chips and sauce and butter) ahead of us in the coming weeks.
I'm a girl who lives for traditions, and I think we just stumbled upon a little Fall one of our own. I can't imagine my kids going apple picking again without requesting that Aunt Jill come along too.
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