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“~ FRENCH APPLE CAKE WITH ALMONDS ~ I like a mix of apples, some firm and tangy, others soft and sweeter for a bit of variety. Whatever you do, do not spice the cake! Cinnamon and nutmeg do not belong in a French cake. Serve with crème fraîche to be French, but freshly whipped cream or homemade ice cream won't taste bad either.”

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