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Sweetened Condensed Milk Pumpkin Bread -- The Last Loaf Before Everything Changes

Thirty-five weeks. My last week on the floor before maternity leave starts. I've been at MGH for six years, first as a student and then as staff, and this floor in particular for four years, and leaving it for eight weeks feels like a more significant departure than that math would suggest. I said goodbye to three long-term patients on Friday who told me to go have my baby and come back, with the particular directness that people fighting cancer have about time and what matters. Frank, the one with the pancreatic cancer and the sense of humor, shook my hand and said "name him after a Red Sox who actually won something." I told him the name was already Liam. He said "not bad."

The walk off the floor on Friday evening was quiet. I didn't make a thing of it. My colleagues gave me a card and a gift card to a baby store and someone had put a cupcake on the nursing station, and that was it, which was right. You don't make a production of the things that matter. You just go.

Sean and I spent Sunday cooking together because I needed to fill the apartment with food before I stopped being the person who organizes the food. We made a big pot of chicken and rice, a pot of red beans, a pan of brownies, and a loaf of sandwich bread. The kitchen was warm and flour-dusty and smelled incredible and Liam moved all afternoon like he knew something was happening. I stood at the counter rolling the bread dough and thought about how the next time I do this I'll have a baby in the house. The thought didn't scare me. It made the afternoon feel like it was already turning into a memory.

That sandwich bread we made on Sunday was the practical one — the loaf meant to get Sean through lunches while I’m learning how to keep a newborn alive. But this pumpkin bread is the one I actually want to talk about, because it’s the kind of baking you do when you need the kitchen to smell like everything is going to be okay. Standing at that counter at thirty-five weeks, flour on my hands and Liam turning somersaults, I needed something warm and sweet and unhurried, and this loaf was exactly that.

Sweetened Condensed Milk Pumpkin Bread

Prep Time: 15 minutes | Cook Time: 55 minutes | Total Time: 1 hour 10 minutes | Servings: 10

Ingredients

  • 1 (15 oz) can pumpkin puree
  • 1 (14 oz) can sweetened condensed milk
  • 2 large eggs
  • 1/4 cup unsalted butter, melted
  • 1 teaspoon vanilla extract
  • 2 cups all-purpose flour
  • 2 teaspoons pumpkin pie spice
  • 1 teaspoon baking soda
  • 1/2 teaspoon baking powder
  • 1/2 teaspoon salt
  • 1/2 cup chopped pecans (optional)

Instructions

  1. Preheat and prep. Preheat oven to 350°F. Grease and flour a 9x5-inch loaf pan.
  2. Mix the wet ingredients. In a large bowl, whisk together the pumpkin puree, sweetened condensed milk, eggs, melted butter, and vanilla extract until smooth.
  3. Combine the dry ingredients. In a separate bowl, whisk together the flour, pumpkin pie spice, baking soda, baking powder, and salt.
  4. Bring the batter together. Add the dry ingredients to the wet ingredients and stir gently until just combined — don’t overmix. Fold in pecans if using.
  5. Bake. Pour the batter into the prepared loaf pan and smooth the top. Bake for 50–55 minutes, or until a toothpick inserted in the center comes out clean.
  6. Cool. Let the bread cool in the pan for 10 minutes, then turn out onto a wire rack to cool completely before slicing.

Nutrition (per serving)

Calories: 310 | Protein: 7g | Fat: 9g | Carbs: 50g | Fiber: 2g | Sodium: 290mg

Kate Donovan
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Kate Donovan
Week 100 of Kate’s 30-year story · Boston, Massachusetts
Kate is a thirty-five-year-old nurse practitioner in Boston and a widowed mother of two whose husband Sean died of brain cancer at thirty-three. She makes Irish soda bread and beef stew and shepherd's pie because the recipes are all she has left of a man who was supposed to grow old with her. She writes about cooking through grief and finding out you can still feed your children on the worst day of your life.

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