The first apple strudel I ever ate was actually meant for my Dad. Purchased on a day trip to Cologne, it managed to survive the plane, coach, and car journey home. Whilst the rest of my family were gifted German chocolates, I knew the way to my Dad’s heart would be sweet, flaky pastry. Even if it did already have a bite, or two, taken out of it.
There’s something about apples, brown sugar and cinnamon that makes me go weak in the knees. It’s a classic combination, to say the least, and works evey time. Pair that with plenty of crunch and cover it with crisp pastry slathered in butter, and you’ve got yourself a dessert worth indulging in….