I didn’t used to like cinnamon as a child – I guess it’s normal – I can’t put my finger on when and how my love affair with cinnamon started. Some days my craving for cinnamon gets really crazy and I would find myself tucking into everything cinnamon- cinnamon donuts, cinnamon scroll, cinnamon biscuits, etc. – at one sitting.

The quickest way to soothe my cinnamon craving that I try when I can’t be bothered to venture out in search of any of the items I listed above is to spread some honey on toast and then sprinkle cinnamon over it, and if I’m lucky enough to have some bananas lying around they would go on the toast, then under the grill before getting smothered with honey and snow of cinnamon. *God, I love it!*

On special occasions fresh ricotta cheese would be added to it and it becomes a dream come true.

When I made this cake I was having a cinnamon craving attack. There were a lot of granny smith apples that had been sitting in the fridge for a week leaving very little space for everything else. So I chopped up 4 apples although the recipe I was following said ‘2′, – no! I wasn’t taking baking as garbage disposal or anything…- then tossed them in the crumble mixture of flour, butter and cinnamon. When I finally came to topping, I realised it was WAY TOO MUCH apples, but still my mind was set to using up all the apples, so I managed to fit most of them on top of the cake batter. As I was watching the cake in the oven, the concern that the heavy topping would weigh down the cake lingered in my head. *nail biting anxiety*

As concerned, the top was too heavy and had too much liquid from apples. Biting my lips, I had to put the cake back in the oven to dry out the moisture on the top and make it crispier. *never make the same mistake again*

But after all, the cake wasn’t TOO bad, except for that it was a bit dry from being in the oven for too long. Lots of cream made up for the lost moisture in the end.

I don’t know why I’m making what was such a delicious cake sound so unappetising. Why am I posting this, you ask? I mean, it WAS delicious and everyone I shared it with enjoyed it – at least, they said so. I’m only trying to prove it wrong that we say ‘a little bit more of it won’t hurt’, no matter how good it is. My could-been-perfect cake suffered because of my greed and I sincerely apologise for that.

In conclusion, it was YUMMY because it was cake!