One morning, we woke up to lights through the wooden blinds barely covering never-ending windows. Coffee got made. And we sat on the steps overlooking the garden. Early signs of autumn, drawn to the earth in the shape of dew that made our feet wet as we walked to the apple tree.
Apples as white as snow. His dad said they were called Transparentes blanches. And I really wanted to believe him so I proceeded to do so. I picked a few. Held them in my dress. Peeled them and cored them, with a small knife. Sliced them with the very same knife. And layered them with honey. I whisked eggs into butter and sugar. Eggs paler than the milky-way above our heads the night before. And added wholewheat flour and cinnamon just so. The cake went into the oven and we went fly-fishing by the river. We saw grown-up salmons jump, and tiny frogs too. I was taught how to say liten groda and it meant so much more. We picked blueberries, but you already know that.
So yes, we picked apples and made cider. Cider for in a few months. And I made an apple cake. For dinner that night. It came with vanilla ice-cream from a tub. And I remember how we cut into it with a knife.
5 Comments
Belle
October 21, 2013 at 9:45 AMHi Fanny. I love your beautiful writing, which is always so dreamy and poetic. I love your photographs and your recipes too. Well, I just want to let you know that you have been such an inspiration (which Iâm pretty sure many had said that to you already). I have been following you since your foodbeam days, and will always continue to look forward to your next post.
Lucia
October 21, 2013 at 6:16 PMC’est toujours un plaisir de lire tes mots: elles dansent et elles dessinent endroits oĂč on voudrait vivre.
amber
October 27, 2013 at 8:07 PMi adore your blog so much! beautiful writing. love this post. i love apple season!
Eva
October 29, 2013 at 12:25 AMI can’t believe you’re back. It was worth waiting for it!
Austin
December 23, 2013 at 1:47 AMI made this apple cake today and it was divine! I was doubtful at the use of Maldon for the cake but the bursts of salt were perfect. One of my new favorites.