Ah and so it begins. The cold is descending upon us, smothering our dreams of spaghetti straps and tan lines with parkas and functional scarves. Many are fearful this means the end of our fun for the year. From now on, we must stay inside, forever apart and wrapped in blankets.

Persephone, wondering if she can leave her cat fort when the temperature dips below 70
I, being from New England, strongly disagree with this sentiment. I am excited to welcome in fall in the next few weeks and then winter in the coming months. I am a winter baby and I intend to enjoy the heck out of tights, woolen sweaters, and wintery baked goods.
So, to welcome to new season and to prepare myself for the onslaught of baking that will soon be upon me, I made an apple spiced cake. It was vaguely reminiscent of the apple cakes my grandmother always used to have freshly made, but with a lot more bourbon. Although it does remind me to get Gummy’s apple cake recipe from her in short order…