It's apple season! Can't wait to get out to the apple orchard and pick up fresh, off the tree, apples. I could just stand in the middle of the barn and smell the apples and be happy. There is nothing like it to put a big smile on my face. The sweet, apple scent, is divine!
I love making apple strudel. My grandmother use to make the dough and stretch it paper thin on her kitchen table. Never a rip or tear. She was a master baker and it was such a treat to watch grandma bake. I learned so much from her, but never mastered stretching that dough. So, now I buy it already made (puffed pastry dough). It's pretty good, but not even close to grandma's. Those are days to remember!
