My roommate in college was from the Virgin Islands and not Jewish. New England fall was foreign for her as well as Rosh Hashanah. We had a little celebration in our tiny double, sitting on the floor sharing a repast of Granny Smith apples (no doubt liberated from the dining hall) and honey. If only we had had this cake, too!

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