When I was a wee boy, my great aunt Mildred would come to the lake house for a week each summer (with my grandparents Beryl and Lawrence and Mildred's husband Atwood). We'd stay up very late every night playing penny ante poker on the screened-in porch, it was awesome. And, Aunt Mildred would bake Anadama Bread. I loved it and I wanted to have it more than once a year but she insisted that there was no recipe and she couldn't teach me to make it. I must have conned her out of a little info as I have two sheets of ruled paper with my 12 year old chicken scratchings on them. I discovered that yellowed paper the other day and decided to give it a go. I think I understand now - there really isn't a recipe, I know Mildred never measured anything and, it really doesn't matter. You add flour until the dough has the “right” consistency - the other ingredients… well, sometimes it's a little more salty, sometimes a bit sweeter - anyway, here's a starting point. IMO, Mildred had a heavier hand with the molasses than this, but this makes good bread.
originally submitted by mike on Dec 23, 2022