My grandmother's Nut Cake recipe is one of the treasures I found as I sorted through her cookbooks and clippings. I found slips of paper with notes, sometimes written by a stranger's hand, about family tree birth dates, maiden names and death dates. Granna made lists of flowers she needed to use to make an arrangement for horticulture club. She made lists of dishes to serve for certain birthdays. I found lists she made of her planned menus for Christmas dinners and Thanksgiving lunches.
Her neat, tight, level handwriting spelled out her plan of action for entertaining the whole family for the holiday. Occasionally, her notes featured prices of the items she planned to make, or whether she had a coupon, or notes on which market had the best sale. On the nut cake recipe, in addition to lots of stains and smudges, were written the price-per-pound for all of the expensive ingredients: Butter $1.67, Candied Cherries 1.29, Pecans $3.75 (now three times the price).

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Granna's nut cake was the perfect lovechild of fruitcake and poundcake. I have never seen another recipe for this cake. It has a golden crust showing just the slightest nut-shaped hints of the treasures inside. Candied cherries, candied pineapple and chopped pecans are packed into the buttery cake with none of the crazy cloying citron or bizarrely-colored fruit of fruitcake infamy. Granna always made the nut cake in advance (it bakes for three hours and has to cool in the pan) and wrapped it in multiple layers of plastic wrap, then aluminum foil to store in the freezer until the night before we arrived at her house.


We've been rolling in pie and then cake for days. It was a great weekend.
Granna's notes were her way to plan, organize and even savor the excitement of our visits. She probably sat down at her kitchen table with a cup of coffee reviewing the list multiple times in preparation for a holiday. When I look at the lists, I can see her working on them and her nut cake tastes like thanksgiving to me.
On Saturday: The Chocoholic
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