Juuuust kidding. I know Boston and New York rivalries are way too dangerous to mess with. Even if it’s just apple bread. I won’t go there.
My best friend from home and I ended up making apple bread on the same night. Over 200 miles apart and we somehow had the same idea. We realized this after telling each other about all the embarrassing things that had happened to us since we last spoke (it’s tradition). Then one of us said “Ok, gonna get back to baking” and the other said “me too!” Now, neither of us grew up doing too much baking or cooking (feel free to correct me if I’m wrong here Leigh). I mean, the last time Leigh cooked for me it was mac and cheese from a box in college. The last time I tried baking for her I think we ended up just eating cookie dough (most likely also from a box). But somehow, and without really ever talking about it, we’ve both started cooking. And somehow we both found our way to baking apple bread on a random Thursday night.