<p>My grandmother was an excellent baker, especially known for her hickory nut cakes. When she showed up with one at an ice cream social, the generally genial Methodists could become agressive in their haste to get a piece before it was all gone.<br /> <br />Every fall, my grandfather would gather up as many hickory nuts as he could find, crack them, pick out the meats, and freeze them in coffee cans for the next year's cakes. My 91 year-old dad recently found a can in the back of his freezer that they must have given him at least 30 years ago. Dad wasn't interested in eating anything that old, but the squirrels love them.</p>