It’s Date Nut Bread Day.
Usually I’m all in on baked goods, but this one is fraught. For starters, dates are too sweet for me. And then there’s the bad flashbacks to the Christmases of my youth when the stuff was everywhere along with an egg nog I wasn’t allowed to have that had some guy’s name on it, a name I am now unable to recall. My German family was full of heavy drinkers who didn’t like each other, so our dinners seethed with starch and repressed anger, and then there was date nut bread for dessert. Although there was also pumpkin pie and I still like pumpkin pie, and I love nut bread in general, so maybe it’s just the dates after all.