The original plan for Sunday Night Dinner was stirfry, but I was listening to The Splended Table and one of the calls that Lynne Rossetto Kasper answered was about meat loaf.
I grew up in a suburb of Pittsburgh with two very distinct and very different families. My mother’s family are suburban WASPs who had ended [...]

This is not an expected pre-Christmas diatribe on the eternalness of the fruitcake, but that premise is what actually consumed a few months of my life and continues to draw me back to it.
Around 2002, a good friend wanted to play a joke on his colleagues and was looking for historical references to fruitcake. [...]