Monday Morning


Autumn is for baking which helps make the house smell good since all of the windows are usually closed up.  Momma always said “We’re not paying to heat the outside!” which was her gentle way of saying to closet the damn doors and windows.

A redheaded Georgia Peach challenges me to bake an Applesauce cake which left me scratching my head since I don’t remember Momma or Grandma ever baking one of these.  I seem to recall some of the older neighbor ladies who grew on the farm would make them for a church social or for an afternoon tea but I don’t remember ever eating one.

So, I did a little research, found a recipe, got all of the ingredients and gave it a go today.  It looks right, it smells right and the spatula tasted pretty good after I scraped all of it into a baking dish.  We’ll see how it turns out but the house now smells of baking apples, cinnamon and cloves.