So when I was little, my grandpa used to come visit us in Texas for the holidays. He would leave Georgia right after pecan harvest season. And when he would visit he would bring pecans, peanuts and all these fresh ingredients from the farms. I have a lot of fond memories of him. We would do jigsaw puzzles together in the afternoon. He had an infectious laugh. Sun tea and pumpkin pie were some of his his favorites. He made the best Mayhaw jelly....
Anyway, every season when he would visit, there was always apple cake. It was my favorite. I snacked on it every second I could. And since he passed over 10 years ago, there has been no apple cake. I miss the apple cake. Every year around the change of the seasons, I start to think of him. Grandpa and apple cake.
On Grandma's milk glass....so appropriate :)
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