Grandma made the best apple crumble. It was a part of my childhood and I remember so clearly the pie plate and the crumble cooling on the windowsill before we sat down to Sunday lunch. Grandma knew how to cook cool stuff you looked forward to eating. The apple was always so succulent, the pastry crisp and the crumble divine. It melted in your mouth and there was always a race to see who could score seconds.
Though she’d tell us she’d keep some for a rainy day.