It’s possible that, like me, your first encounter with the Grande Dame of the Austrian pastry world, the apfelstrudel, was not in fact in one of the famed Viennese grand cafés, but rather from the freezer aisle at the supermarket. If it was anything like mine, it was probably a latticed, puffed version; the one I remember from childhood had blackberries mixed into the apple, which peeked through the holes in the pastry. I have no interest in denigrating our Sunday lunch pudding staple. In fact I loved it, served with thick, cold custard, straight from the carton. But it is fair to say that a true apple strudel is a little different.
Strudels – meaning a filled, enclosed layered pastry – can be sweet or savoury, but the apple version is by far the most famous. Although it dates back at least as far as the 17th century, it is probably best known as a mainstay of those glamorous grand cafés popular at the turn of the 20th, sitting on pretty counters of Viennoiserie, alongside glossy Sachertorte and powder-dusted Kugelhopf.

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