Keeping promises isn’t really my forté at the moment – after our apple-picking party I may have mentioned that I’d post some recipes for the desserts later that week. And then I didn’t. Sigh. Next thing you know we’ll be forced to endure trust-fall exercises together.
This Apple Cinnamon Cake was the most requested recipe from the day; I used muffin tins here but they will bake up just as beautifully in a loaf pan. It’s also vegan, if you do so happen to care about that type of thing.
3 medium apples, peeled, cored, and chopped into small chunks
1/4 cup olive oil
1 cup applesauce (despite the million trees in our backyard, I got lazy and used the jarred stuff)
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
1 teaspoon lemon juice
1. Preheat oven to 325 F and grease a loaf pan or place liners into a muffin tin (will make 10-12 little cakes).
2. Whisk all dry ingredients (the first nine on the list) together in a large bowl.
3. Add the chopped apples and stir to combine, then add all the wet ingredients save for the lemon juice.
4. Stir everything well, then add lemon and blend it through the batter.
5. Pour batter into your baking receptacle of choice and bake til a toothpick inserted in the cake’s centre comes out clean. It will be about 45-50 minutes for the loaf and closer to 30 minutes for the cupcakes.
6. Cool cake(s) on a rack. Can be stored covered at room temperature for a couple of days, or wrapped and frozen.
ps. If you’re looking for more desserts, you may also like the Lemon Cream Tart and the Aperol Float. I swear I actually do way more savoury cooking than I do baking, although you certainly wouldn’t know it by the blog’s recipe track-record.
The last few mornings when I’ve woken up early with Theo, this is the view off the back deck. The light just changing from grey to a hint of pink, with a heavy cloak of mist suspended just above the ground. It’s silent and beautiful and kind of eerie, and if I’m in a particularly dark mood I imagine myself as a character in that Stephen King novella, The Mist.
Otherwise? I pretend we’re in Forks. Embarrassing, I know.
Bye bye summer, it was fun while it lasted. Five days ago Theo was running naked through the sprinkler, and then this past weekend autumn showed up, rained like a b*tch for awhile, and then forced the scarves and hats out of retirement (ps, nonchalant woolen beanie FAIL, above). We hosted an apple-picking open house because I ask you – what else are you going to do when you have a small orchard in your backyard? Live the dream, share the wealth.
Last year there was some unusual weather that ruined the entire apple season up here. I can’t even remember eating one decent one. This year? We must have thousands. Talk about a comeback <insert “how do you like THEM apples?” joke here>.
I did a little baking the day before so we had an indoor spread of apple cinnamon cake, brown butter + sea salt chocolate chip cookies, truffled popcorn, mini chocolate-apple cakes, and sparkling apple cider. In other words, just a typical Sunday afternoon where I break out the table runner and fancy beverage dispensers.
Oh, the plight of the printed paper straw. You’re a big fat Pinterest cliché but I love ya.
This is how feral animals children eat apples.
Almost forgot to tell you, then Jon Hamm stopped by with his kids. Sweet.
The award for Best Fall Hair goes out to Gillian.
My nephew Nathan, who generally doesn’t give me the time of day (and why should he, he’s five), managed to drink his weight in apple cider and told me I should be a chef. Thanks, kid. Except how can I trust you with that crazy eyebrow??
Thanks so much to all our friends and family who came out, and to those of you whom I didn’t get pictures of! And thanks for looking through my many, many photos. This will be an annual event for sure. xx Shanan
Tonight at about 5:30 PM, I emerged from a kitchen stupor and stepped outside into the most beautiful early evening ever. The light was just so; everything was bathed in a warm glow and a sense of ease. Chris and our friend Matty were picking apples while Theo sat in her ‘magic chair,’ snacking and watching the girls ride horses next door. I brought out beers for the guys and then climbed the huge ladder; I got right up in a tree, looked down from above, and sighed. I just felt like sharing some of the pictures we took, which already feel sun-drenched and hazy and too perfect to believe.