If you aren’t eating this Classic Cranberry Orange Loaf while it’s still warm enough to burn your fingertips, you’re doing it wrong. I’m serious. Cold cranberry bread is just sad fruit cake masquerading as something better. I remember Thanksgiving Monday at my Aunt Marie’s house—never enough chairs, always someone shouting about the football game, and that smell. That bright, aggressive smell of orange zest hitting hot butter that makes your eyes water a little. The kitchen counter was chaos. Flour everywhere. My cousin’s kid crying because he dropped his toy in the mixing bowl. But that first slice? Still steaming. … Find out more