My Global Kitchen recipes always come with a story, but sometimes it is difficult to pinpoint the one exact memory or story a certain recipe has. I grew up next to an apple orchid in Finland, and since our home also was situated in the excellent apple-land, we, too, had around twenty apple trees, and the garden was also full of berry bushes, rhubarb, and plum and cherry trees. We shared our yard with my grandmother, who lived in the house next door, and it was really her, who had the huge garden and harvest on the fall time – on our side we had the potato land. It wasn’t really countryside, just a 5-minute-walk away was the town center with the church and the schools and I walked to school every day since first grade. On the August afternoons when I’d come home from school, I would find my grandmother in the garden, picking up black or red currants, and I usually joined her. She had her dining chairs outside around the bushes, making it easy just sit by the bushes and pick, and we would chat about life. Gardening, canning, and baking from the harvest of your own garden was just something I grew up with, and I don’t think I truly appreciated the lifestyle my grandmother taught me until I was older. I enjoyed it, but also saw how much work was involved, and sometimes I remember seeing the light in my grandmother’s kitchen window way past sunset, knowing that her juice-making session wasn’t over yet. My grandmother passed away over 11 years ago, but I think she would approve how I am now teaching my children how to can some jam, bottle homemade juice and have a cake party in the garden. See, the bushes in her garden would make a perfect circle and if you wedged between them you could go inside the circle. There had been a large tree inside the circle at some point, but when I was a child, the tree trunk was turned into a small table and we would have tea parties inside the black and red currant bushes. Can you imagine my surprise when I saw the cut down tree trunk in our garden, right next to the currant bushes and apple trees? My grandmother’s house was small, but the large garden was enchanted. When I now walk around our huge country garden in Sweden, I think of my grandmother often. I want to share my childhood memories with my family, and our entire family sat on chairs around the black currant bushes last month, and we stayed up late bottling homemade juice from the berries from our yard. I hope my grandmother was somewhere out there too, watching us. My grandmothers apple pies were tart, and they were thick with solid apple, with a thin crust on the bottom and perfect lattice on the top. She didn’t eat any butter, and I think she was saving for the sugar for the “bad days” too. My apple cake isn’t anything like her apple tarts. My apple cake is fluffy, with equal amounts of sugar, flour and eggs and I even sprinkle powdered sugar on the top. To celebrate the beautiful first days of fall, my daughter and I made an apple cake and set it up in the garden. Hope you try this super easy recipe too, the garden setup is optional.