Week Eleven....its off to Normandy

Well I thought that since Saturday was spent in Akaroa, our little taste of France, I would make a cake with French influence. My Legend of a husband roared through the Le Race in record time arriving in Akaroa just 2hrs 57minutes after leaving the Square. I was there to hug his sweaty exhausted and relieved self and then we lazed in the warmth watching and chatting with other like minded people, reliving every hill and corner and asking themselves why any normal person would pay huge amounts of money to put yourself through that pain. All worth it in the end as they can now eat Cake.

So Lovely friend Carole came around last week armed with flan trays and a beautiful French book with tart and cake recipes. I was reminded by daughter that tart is not a cake so I decided on the Normandy Apple Cake to be the cake for this week.

There was certainly nothing complicated in making it, so everything went very smoothly and it came out of the oven looking and smelling very delicious.

No one was keen to sample the said cake last night, so I had to indulge! Accompanied by a little dollop of whipped cream it is truely a very delicious cake.