I have always loved apple strudel, making and eating it. I remember making this apple strudel for my late, great nana – who Miss 10 is named after – and I recall her saying to me her to just give me a slice to take home, rather than the whole thing, as she would just eat the lot. Despite her protestations I gave her the entire thing, she ate the entire strudel – presumably over a few nights – and told me later that she thought it was ‘bloody beautiful.’ That made me happy. Continue reading
the hungry mum 