apple cake

One of the many perks of teaching private English lessons to kids is their moms. Maybe it’s because they know I’m far from home or maybe it’s just because they’re Italian and unbelievably maternal, but they have this intense desire to feed me whenever I come over to teach their children. 

Last week it was pouring buckets and my feet were soaked. I was met at the door with a fresh pair of socks, slippers, a cup of peach tea and homemade hazelnut cookies. The kids looked at me with envy as I sipped in warm-foot delight and made them do their verb drills. The next day I walked into another student’s home where the fragrance of apple cake permeated the air. Of course I was handed a slice immediately before I could say no (but why would I?) and a glass of milk. It was so good that I asked for the recipe, and the mom quickly wrote it down, smiling in satisfaction that her cake met my approval. Living the dream you guys. Living the dream. 

[I made the cake and it turned out delicious. I would love to give you the recipe but it's in grams and I don't have the patience to do that kind of math. Here's a recipe for you that is just as good if not better!]

huge P.S! I'm going to Urbino tomorrow! My uncles have come for a visit and we've decided to meet there seeing as how it's my favorite city in Italy! Uncle T has never been to Europe let alone our motherland, so it's sure to be a momentous occasion! See you on Friday, friends. :)