La tarte aux pommes de Maman

What used to amaze me about the apples my grandparents grew and stored on the farm was that, even if the skin was as wrinkled as Grand-père’s face, the inside stayed fresh and beautiful – just like him, he used to say! Even after months of storage, the taste was tremendous. So with these apples, my Grand-Mère taught Maman to bake. With these apples, Maman taught me to bake. Whenever I tell my son, Antoine, we are going to visit his Grand-Mère in France, the first question he asks is, ‘Can y