There are an abundance of apple orchards sharing field space with vineyards in the hills between our house and Lake Constance. The grapes have been harvested but the apple trees are sagging from the weight of all the ripe apples. We drove into these hills last weekend on a mission to find a farmhouse open and selling their apples, pears, and freshly-pressed cloudy apple cider. Not a hard mission. ;-) And what resulted from that trip was this crumble.

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