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Pecan Cherry Bread — Something Sweet to Share After the Smoke Clears

February 2025. Winter in Memphis, 66 years old, and the cold has settled into the house on Deadrick Avenue the way cold settles into old bones — persistently, without malice, just the physics of aging and December. Rosetta has the thermostat set at 74, our eternal compromise, and I cook warming things: stews and soups and slow-braised meats that fill the house with steam and flavor.

Rosetta beside me through the week, steady as ever, the woman who runs this household with the precision of a hospital ward and the heart of a mother who has loved fiercely for 41 years of marriage. The BBQ class at the community center continues — students of all ages learning fire and smoke, and me learning that teaching is its own kind of cooking: you prepare, you present, you hope something sticks.

I made smoked chicken this week — a simple cook that belies its depth. Rubbed with salt, pepper, garlic, and paprika, smoked at 275 over hickory for three hours. The skin was mahogany, the meat juicy, and the first bite carried the kind of flavor that makes you close your eyes, which is the highest compliment food can earn: the involuntary closing of the eyes, the body's admission that what it's tasting is too good to see.

Another week in the book. Another seven days of tending fires — the one in the smoker, the one in the marriage, the one in the family, the one in the church. Each fire needs something different: wood, attention, food, faith. But the tending is the same for all of them: show up, add what's needed, wait patiently, trust the process. Low and slow. Always. Low and slow.

After a week of tending fires — hickory smoke, marriage, faith, and a classroom full of students learning to trust the process — I wanted something to bring to the community center that didn’t ask anything of anyone except to sit down and enjoy it. Rosetta always says the sweetest things don’t need explaining, and this Pecan Cherry Bread is exactly that: Southern pecans and bright cherries baked into something you slice and pass around without ceremony. It’s the kind of recipe that belongs on a table full of people who showed up for each other, which is the only kind of table worth setting.

Pecan Cherry Bread

Prep Time: 15 min | Cook Time: 60 min | Total Time: 1 hr 15 min | Servings: 10

Ingredients

  • 2 cups all-purpose flour
  • 1 cup granulated sugar
  • 1 1/2 teaspoons baking powder
  • 1/2 teaspoon baking soda
  • 1/2 teaspoon salt
  • 2 large eggs
  • 3/4 cup whole milk
  • 1/3 cup unsalted butter, melted and cooled
  • 1 teaspoon vanilla extract
  • 3/4 cup maraschino cherries, drained and halved
  • 3/4 cup chopped pecans
  • 2 tablespoons maraschino cherry juice (from the jar)

Instructions

  1. Preheat and prepare. Preheat your oven to 350°F. Grease a 9x5-inch loaf pan and lightly dust with flour, tapping out any excess.
  2. Mix dry ingredients. In a large bowl, whisk together the flour, sugar, baking powder, baking soda, and salt until evenly combined.
  3. Mix wet ingredients. In a separate bowl, beat the eggs, then whisk in the milk, melted butter, vanilla extract, and cherry juice until smooth.
  4. Combine. Pour the wet ingredients into the dry ingredients and stir gently until just combined — do not overmix. A few streaks of flour are fine at this stage.
  5. Fold in fruit and nuts. Gently fold in the halved cherries and chopped pecans until evenly distributed throughout the batter.
  6. Bake. Pour the batter into the prepared loaf pan and smooth the top. Bake for 55–65 minutes, until a toothpick inserted in the center comes out clean and the top is golden brown.
  7. Cool before slicing. Let the bread cool in the pan for 10 minutes, then turn out onto a wire rack to cool completely before slicing. This step keeps the loaf from crumbling and is worth the patience.

Nutrition (per serving)

Calories: 310 | Protein: 5g | Fat: 13g | Carbs: 44g | Fiber: 1g | Sodium: 210mg

Earl Johnson
About the cook who shared this
Earl Johnson
Week 466 of Earl’s 30-year story · Memphis, Tennessee
Earl "Big E" Johnson is a sixty-seven-year-old retired postal carrier, a forty-two-year husband, and a Memphis BBQ legend who learned to smoke pork shoulder at his Uncle Clyde's stand when he was eleven years old. He lost his daughter Denise to sickle cell disease at twenty-three, and he honors her every year by smoking her favorite meal on her birthday and setting a plate at the table. His dry rub uses sixteen spices he keeps in a mayonnaise jar. He will not share the recipe. Not even with Rosetta.

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