Come autumn in the valley, the light softens as the leaves turn golden, the smell of bonfires fill the air and best of all, roadside stalls sell new season apples. Ramshackle sheds, with charming handwritten signs spruiking their wares, signal to passing drivers to pull over. Bags of apples are piled high, usually fujis, galas, goldies and grannies. Just leave your money in the honesty box before heading on your merry way, not before tearing open the bag and passing around the apples to munch as you drive on to your destination.
I must say of all the apples you can buy around the valley, it's the Geeveston Fanny that's our favourite. Not only is it a front runner in the best name ever stakes, but it's actually a really delicious apple. Lovely red skin with a super white flesh and a perfect balance of sweet and tangy. My kids eat them by the bucket loads.
I couldn't help but buy a few kilos when I saw the word
Fannys on the chalkboard at a shed near Castle Forbes Bay. And now blessed, with a box full of them, a simple apple cake was called for. Baked in a cast iron skillet, my new favourite baking tin of choice. I seem to have got myself
quite a collection these days.