Like many, I am still working through the 50lbs or so of apples that we picked at the apple orchard a couple
of weeks ago. Every year I seem to always end up making this old school polish cake (Szarlotka), a recipe I tried to coax out of a
co-worker once after she brought in her grandma's version. She would not divulge much, which I respect, so I was
left to my own devices and had to loosely interpret a few non-english recipes which got me close enough.
I think about this every time I make it and then about my grandma and her famous apple pie. One reason I don't make apple pie often is because my grandma made the best (as many people's grandmas do) and it makes me a little sad that I can't remember how she made it (and sometimes a little sad in general). It wasn't your classic apple pie, it was very tart, the crust was perfectly flaky. By her own admission, she was no domestic goddess, but what she did, she did well. And I hope my little one will someday remember such things fondly.
Moments (Week in Review)
You are the poem
I never knew how to write
and this life is the story
I always wanted to tell.
-Tyler Khott Gregson