There are certain foods that anchor us, their scents and tastes intrinsically tied to our memories. They may evoke a special person, or a certain event or time in our lives.
For me, there's no one recipe that is more strongly evocative of this than Apple Stack Cake.
It's a specialty my grandmother made throughout my childhood. She would bake it for special occasions throughout the year -- you could always count on one at Christmas -- but for me, this will always be a birthday cake. For as long as I can remember, this was the cake I would ask my granny to bake for my birthday.
And since my birthday is in the fall, this cake, with its heady aroma of apples, has always evoked autumn for me.
Last year, when Granny asked me what I wanted for Christmas, I asked her just to write down some of her favorite recipes. When she handed me the paper-clipped stack of recipe cards on Christmas, I knew without looking what two of them would be. One was for her signature chocolate gravy, which we wrote about on The Bitten Word last spring. The other was her Apple Stack Cake.
Granny passed away last month, two weeks before my birthday. After going home to Tennessee for her funeral, I knew I wanted to try making the Apple Stack Cake myself for the first time.
So I spent a quiet afternoon on a recent rainy Saturday baking this cake, and loving the scents that filled the kitchen, and the memories of birthdays, autumns and my grandmother that filled my heart.