Old-Fashioned Boston Brown Bread
My Aunt Lorraine used to pull these little round loaves out of tin cans every time we visited her in Connecticut — I want to say it was around Thanksgiving, or maybe it was Christmas, . Memory’s funny that way. I was probably nine or ten, standing in her kitchen that always smelled like wood smoke and something sweet, watching her slide a knife around the inside of a can and just… pop this dark, dense little loaf out onto the counter like it was the most normal thing in the world. I didn’t think much of it back then. …










