It is not easy living in the opposite hemisphere from most of the people I love. The weather is getting colder down here in Sydney and back home in Michigan my favorite season was autumn. This causes me to think of my family and my childhood and of the apple trees in my backyard. I always was happiest when the air had a slight bite to it and the leaves started turning colours. With my seasons turned upside down, I find myself in the middle of my favorite time of year with everything just a little bit off so I decided to make a recipe that reminded me very much of my mother, apple crisp. There is something about baked apples kissed with cinnamon on a cold and windy day that transports me back to another time and another place. I have to say that with my homemade caramel sauce, this version of apple crisp is even better than my rose-coloured memories.
Georgia O’Keeffe, Red Apple on a Blue Plate, 1922
Oil on canvas, 35.5 x 40.6 cm, Private Collection
