I adjusted the AC and put on a sweater. Just kidding about the sweater part.
Instead of digging out the winter clothes, shirts with sleeves, I made a fresh apple cake. I stirred up the ingredients. Good things like apples, cinnamon, toasted pecans, and, of course, the staples in baking-oil, flour, sugar, eggs. Here it is in the 9 x 13.
And out of the oven in all of its cinnamon-y, apple-y, pecan-y goodness!
We inhaled it, I mean ate it, as is.
24 hours later...I don't joke about cake.
'Cause, really, nothing says Fall in Florida like an apple cake. Now excuse me while I trade my capris for some long pants-I feel a chill in the air.








