Nine o’clock in the morning. It’s one of those grey days, when everything looks miserable and washed out. Dark clouds loom on the horizon, threatening to break open and fill the day with rain and, if possible, even more greyness… Time to bake.  I peer into the fridge and find a pot of crème fraîche. I scan the fruit basket, and the lovely redness of crisp organic apples calls to me. In the cupboard, my eyes find brown rice flour, vanilla and cinnamon… It’s apple cake time.