My mom makes a great apple cake. It’s baked in a tube pan, loaded with cinnamon, and drizzled with a brown sugar glaze. Anytime I go over for dinner in the fall, it’s the dessert I expect/demand. She’s made it all my life and it tastes like home.
But it’s her cake and I’m grown; it’s time I find my own apple cake. An apple cake that tastes like my home.
So I’m on the prowl for apple cake recipes. I’m looking for unfussy, rustic cakes, that can be pulled together in a moment’s notice. I’m looking for the kind of cake you can quickly mix up when you get a “is it alright if I stop by in an hour?” call. The kind of cake you can have in the oven 10 minutes after that call, its aroma filling your house with everything good about fall as you race around, shoving unmentionables under the bed and attempting to eliminate the dog hair tumbleweeds from every corner.
My first contender is a (slight) adaptation of a French apple cake that I found on David Lebovitz’s website but is actually from one of Dorie Greenspan’s cookbooks. It’s a dead simple apple cake that is made with ingredients you will most likely already have on hand. I chose to serve it with caramel sauce this time around, but I think it would be just as nice plain with your morning coffee or an afternoon cup of tea.



















