I know I've missed the last few French Fridays, but I'm back with baking! A dessert! My FAVORITE!
The title of this recipe is Marie-Hélène's Apple Cake. The recipe can be found here. Yes, please.
I'll go ahead and tell you how this ends. The cake was FABULOUS. D described it as "elegant" and I'm fairly certain nothing I've made in my entire life has been described that way. But the cake was great. I did have to make a couple of adjustments, as the recipe called for an 8" springform pan, and I only have a 9" pan. I took the ingredients and added half. Like. . .if it called for a cup of flour, I added a cup and a half. The only thing it changed was the baking time, which about made me CRAZY.
That's what I get for starting a project like this at 11 at night.
Yes, that's rum. Yes, I used the whole bottle.
The recipe calls for 4 different kinds of apples. I made a trip out to the Farmer's Market to get said apples. I mention this because I had to drive on I-40 East, a stretch of highway that terrifies me to the very soul of my being, to get to said Farmer's Market. I did it all for you, Fellow French Fridayers. All for you. But these apples are all of different varieties. (And yes, I'm aware that there are 5 apples here, and not 4. Since I one-and-a-halfed the ingredients, I threw in a rogue apple that was left over from a bag of apples we'd bought earlier. I felt sorry for it.)
I was instructed to "generously" butter a springform pan and put it on a parchment-lined baking sheet. Dorie sure does love her parchment paper. . .I'd never used it before embarking on this project. My apples are peering at the pan in the background, beginning to get nervous.
Dry ingredient mix-up:
The next image may shock you. I apologize if you feel it is inappropriate. It's what I call Nekkid Apples.
And then it just gets more obscene.
It's OK. You can look now. It's all over.
Wet ingredients combined. . .gratuitous egg shot!
Mixing everything (except the apples. . .) together:
Now, here, Dorie is very specific. She says, "Switch to a rubber spatula and fold in the apples." And who am I to argue with Miss Greenspan?
Apples folded in. . .
Everything poured into the pan. . .
And into the oven. The recipe said 50 to 60 minutes, but mine took longer. Closer to 75 or 80. I was tired, and not amused.
D actually took that photo, and when I saw it today, I was like, wow. I look SO SAD.
Fear not, sad Sarah. Because the cake is now out of the oven!
And then it's out of the pan.
FYI: This cake is less than 24 hours old, and it's already 2/3 gone. You do the math.
I'm not sure what next week's FFwD recipe will be, but maybe I'll be back for it. Enjoy!