Is it bad to say that every now and then I dream about my life as the Barefoot Contessa? Who doesn’t want to spend their time split between NYC, the Hamptons and Paris? Granted, my version of that looks something a little more like Boston, Martha’s Vineyard and Paris but we overlap a bit there. Have I mentioned that I lived in Paris for a little bit? And I’ve been dreaming about going back ever since. Seriously. I tried to figure out how to go back between my senior year finals and graduation to visit a girlfriend who was still in the city. Turns out that I would have missed my graduation ceremony because a valcano exploded in Iceland and planes were grounded. Then again, I would have been stuck in Paris and how bad could that have been?
I make this cake a couple of times a year, usually with pears that are just good enough to bake with because I got too excited at the farmer’s market and came home with a few too many goodies. The recipe itself calls for peaches – either when they’re in season or frozen. Its delicious and I love it so I figured I’d try it with apples. I used three medium apples of different varieties that I sliced thinly for the most part. About a quarter of an inch. The slices were distributed between the cake layers and on top and everything was sprinkled with sugar and spices (and everything nice).