During our last visit home, Trav's cousin Linda gave me a paper bag full of native apples she'd picked from trees just down the path from her cabin on East Grand Lake. I am sad to note that although these apples were given to me a couple weeks ago, I just remembered them today. Always a fan of summer, I was in denial about fall.
I sorted through the bag this afternoon, and, luckily, not all of them had gone bad. So, I decided to visit Marjorie Standish's recipe for Raw Apple Cake.
I threw a Granny Smith apple into the mix, too, just because I had one on the counter that was lacking a purpose.