with my Mother and sister...she could serve peanut butter and mayonnaise
sandwiches and make them taste divine....
exactly as I remember it to be....
I can picture her standing here, stirring a little pot of homemade
chocolate sauce to go over ice cream....
delightful laugh and entertaining she shared....
You must try her apple cake...it's a gem of a recipe!
GERMAN
APPLE CAKE
3
large eggs, room temperature
2
cups sugar
1
cup vegetable oil
1
teaspoon vanilla extract
2
cups all-purpose flour
2
teaspoons ground cinnamon
1
teaspoon baking soda
1/2
teaspoon salt
4
cups chopped peeled tart apples
3/4
cup chopped pecans
FROSTING:
1
package (8 ounces) cream cheese, softened
2
teaspoons butter, softened
2
cups confectioners' sugar
In
a large bowl, beat the eggs, sugar, oil and vanilla. Combine the flour,
cinnamon, baking soda and salt; add to egg mixture and mix well. Fold in apples
and nuts. Pour into a greased 13x9-in. baking dish. Bake at 350° until a
toothpick inserted in the center comes out clean, 55-60 minutes. Cool on a wire
rack.
In
a small bowl, beat cream cheese and butter.
Add confectioners' sugar, beating
until smooth.
Spread over cake. Refrigerate leftovers.
Isn't it wonderful to have such grand memories? I have a dear friend who was a mentor to me in all things and I have two wonderful recipes from her that I still use 35+ years later! They are treasure to me.
ReplyDeleteThis cake sounds really good, and I'll have to give it a try.
It is so nice to read about your mother's (and your) dear friend. I remember so well all my mother's friends and their various kitchens and the recipes those women were famous for. Sure would like to have some of Audrey's fried chicken or Carol's cauliflower salad. ☺️
ReplyDeleteAnnie's home is lovely. I especially like the look of a table pulled up to a window that way—so charming.
Great memories last a lifetime. Thanks for sharing the recipe for the German Apple Cake.
ReplyDeleteWhat a charming kitchen this is. Love all the yellow in it. So nice that you have pleasant memories of visiting your friend's house. I remember a few friends' houses growing up as well. The memories become a part of us, and last us through a lifetime. : )
ReplyDelete~Sheri