Apple Yogurt Cake

Apple cake reminds me of home and my mum. On Sundays our home always smelled of sweet baked apples. Lucky me.

As far as I can remember, my mum always woke up incredibly early, even on Sundays. You could tell as the entire house was also waking up with her.

First, the kettle said hello. Then, the radio gave a huge yawn greeted by my mum’s singing voice. The phone started to ring shortly after. My aunties could sense when my mum was awake. They were ready to report for duty, despite the last phone call finished just before bedtime.

She never stood still, there was always something to clean, a pot on the stove, a pile of homework to mark, the cat to feed. A symphony of loud movements, all orchestrated simultaneously.

I was lying in bed, desperately trying to get some sleep and hardly managing my teenage exasperation. ‘Muuuum can you be quiet for once?!’ My brother and I cried.

And then that aroma, the smell of sweet baked apples, would travel upstairs, up to our bedrooms. Apple cake and all was forgiven.

My mum bakes a million types of apple cakes depending on what’s left in her pantry. Despite she mixes ingredients without a scale, her cakes are perfection. She says that only three are the common ingredients: apple, yogurt, and of course, love.

As she never takes any notes, I had to work out the recipe myself. What a tough job to bake and eat all kinds of apple cake hehe!

I am proudly sharing here my own version, dedicated to my mum who still wakes up early every day to take care of us.

What about you? What’s the cake that reminds you of home?