I grabbed a spoon and thought I’d try a bite. It smelled amazing, but so does soap, so I approached with caution. When I finally took a taste, I was in heaven. It was like a giant, sticky, soft pumpkin chocolate chip cookie. The orange sauce provided the perfect balance of subtle acidity and I immediately put my spoon down to find mom and tell her how incredible it was.
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The Best Apple Cake
When I (Amelia) tried a bite of this cake not less than four days after it came out of the oven, I was shocked and delighted to find that it was still soft, moist, and completely delectable. Sporting a crackling, crisp cinnamon and sugar crown and soft, apple kissed layers hidden beneath, it’s the best apple cake I’ve ever had. Frankly, it’s one of the best CAKES I’ve ever had.
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Applesauce Cake is good for sharing because it travels well, stays fresh for several days, and makes two loaves. Also, the flavor. Each bite subtly conveys apple season and a bit of warmth. The cake tastes like the golden light that illuminates trees and so entrances us in the fall.
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I’d (Amelia) like to call this my first recipe, but in reality it’s not. My first recipe, conceived in about five minutes when I was maybe ten, closely resembles some of the health trends of 2019. It was a baked dessert boasting an enticing ingredient list: oats and bananas. By my vague memory (and the memory of my mom), I mashed bananas and oats together with an egg and baked them. I was very excited. Until I tasted it. Despite my parents’ best efforts to compliment and eat it all, I knew it was gross. (And, upon asking mom today, I discovered that she did think it was gross after all. Parents lie too, I guess.)
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I (Kate) started a book club right after moving to Boston. I’d graduated from college, was looking for my future, and a book club seemed the right thing to do. I know that I liked that book club, but I really remember only two things about it. One of the members designed an ironic T-shirt that said, “Kate’s Book Club.” A few years into the club, my new brother-in-law—a college student with a good heart and a ton of testosterone—wore the small shirt stretched tightly across his chest. The image has stayed clear in my mind.
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