I have to admit that I’ve never been a fan of apple cake until the moment that I decided to move to Norway with my family, in 2008. The recipe of the following apple cake was given to me by one of my daughter’s Norwegian teachers. At the time my daughter Margherita was attending primary school and when I picked her up in the afternoon, the school was often invaded by the scent of the cake that the kids had been baking proudly. When we want to bring back the sweet memories of the years spent in Norway, we always prepare this cake, filling our kitchen with the fragrance of the past. (Francesca)
Today is Santa Lucia’s day. I’ve been living on a small island on the west coast of Norway for five years and Santa Lucia‘s day was one of the most exciting days of the year. During that day, us parents were invited to arrive in the kindergarten early in the morning, during the so-called “Blue Hour”. At that time, we better appreciated the blue light of the sky, the brilliant whiteness of snow and the only light coming from the candles. Children, dressed up with a long white tunic and with a crown or wreath of candles on them, walked around singing the “Santa “Lucia” song. After the parade, we were served a steaming cup of coffee and the ever-present, saffron sweet buns, called Lussekatter. These buns were prepared the day before form our children and the shapes of them were of the most diverse. Now that we don’t live in Norway anymore, we are still preserving the tradition of baking the Lussekatter. We can’t help smelling the fragrance of cardamom in our house, nostalgically humming the Santa Lucia song.