Sunday, January 2
I think of myself as a pretty good sharer-erer of information - particularly recipes... but I know there's people out there with a secret family recipe... Of course there's Col. Sanders (I'm pretty sure someone cracked that, the 11 herbs and spices had a couple of additives and colouring numbers too I think) and then for years it was my Nan's Christmas cake. A few years ago she handed that over to my sister and last year I got the Christmas pudding recipe... but I still don't have one family recipe and if I ever do get it I'm sure I'm not allowed to share it.
That's not fair is it?
The recipe is for my Mother in Law's German apple cake. It's pretty simple I'm guessing and my hubby has the recipe (can you imagine he has it and I don't!?) but I'm not allowed to have it, yet. Hubby is very protective of this recipe and whilst I've got the best excuse in the world to put my feet up and watch him make an enormous mess in the kitchen whilst he makes it.... I still want it.
The first time I ever ate the apple cake was when I first met my mother-in-law. It was April 2002 and hubby and I had just gotten engaged after knowing each other for 5 years and being together for 1. I still hadn't met my soon-to-be mother in law. I walked in sheepishly, my nerves all the more rattled after hubby had told me after we pulled up at the front door after a 5.5 hour drive that he'd never officially bought a woman to meet his Mum, no less invited her to stay overnight I had a feeling there were going to be a lot questions... a lot of sizing up. Hubby being the only child of a single mother I expected no less.
I walked in, hiding my engagement ring, she was warm and welcoming but I was the supporting act - she was very pleased to see her son and whilst I found my way to our (separate) beds, hubby sat in the kitchen whilst she made herself a cup of tea. I came to the table, and again, put my hands under the table to allow them to catch up.
Hubby sensed my nerves and held my hand tight. She sat down with the tea and asked me how the drive was - I smiled and said it was a pretty drive and then something took hold of me.. It was the smell of fresh pastry and cinnamon. At that point it had also aroused my mother-in-law - she opened the oven and oh I can tell you I will never forget that smell.
She served me some apple cake with cream a la mode and it was divine. She told me it was her father's recipe who was a bavarian baker, and it had been passed down through his father and his father before, all bakers. I felt I was ready right there to become part of this family.
So over this family recipe hubby broke news that I was a new part of theirs. She was shocked but thrilled - best piece of cake I've ever eaten.
Do you think I get the recipe? Not YET!
Does your family or do you have a secret recipe? Is there a secret recipe you're after?
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