Last Friday Dave was out of town, mountain biking in the snow in Crested Butte, and I was home alone with the boys, one of whom had fractured his ankle.  It was right at the beginning of the injury where everything was very complicated and I was feeling guilty.  So I figured, why not turn these 3 pounds of apples into a giant cake?  Well here’s why:

It wasn’t pretty, but it was delicious.  Maybe I layered the cake and the apples in the wrong order, or maybe peeling the apples does make a huge difference.  But I wasn’t going to peel 50 apples, or however many apples are in 3 pounds.  As I was slicing apples, I  imagined my kids growing up and eating a pastry that had peeled apples in it and saying, “How sophisticated!  My mom never peeled the apples in her pastries.”  And then someone looking at them with a mixture of horror and pity.  (I make pie with peeled apples, but Dave does it for me.)

No need to share this recipe, I’m never going to make it again.  If I need a breakfast apple cake, it will definitely be this one.

After we ate the tall part of the cake, I was able to flip it over without it breaking (more) and make it look like a fancy half eaten cake, so that was nice!

And now our month of apple breakfasts has come to a close.  I had planned to move on to a month of pumpkin breakfasts, but I am not quite ready.  Pumpkin spice is in the air…