Old-Fashioned Pecan Logs

If you’ve ever sifted through a vintage recipe box or attended a Southern church bake sale, you’ve likely encountered Pecan Logs—those golden, flaky, nut-studded pastries that taste like a cross between a croissant and a pecan roll.

These Old-Fashioned Pecan Logs are a beloved heirloom treat: tender yeast dough rolled with a butter-cinnamon-pecan filling, twisted into elegant spirals, and baked until golden and fragrant. They’re not overly sweet, letting the rich, toasty flavor of pecans shine—perfect with a cup of hot coffee or tea on a quiet morning.

And while they look impressive, they’re surprisingly simple to make with just a few pantry staples and a little patience.

Why You’ll Love These Pecan Logs

🌰 Packed with toasted pecans—the star of the South
🧈 Buttery, tender, and lightly spiced—never cloying
☕ Perfect with coffee or tea—ideal for brunch or afternoon break
💛 Nostalgic, homemade, and deeply comforting
🥖 Best served warm—fresh from the oven or gently reheated
If you love old-fashioned pastries that feel special without being fussy, this is your new tradition.For the Dough:

1 cup warm whole milk (110°F / 43°C)
2¼ tsp (1 packet) active dry yeast
¼ cup granulated sugar
1 large egg, room temperature
½ cup (1 stick / 115g) unsalted butter, softened
3½–4 cups all-purpose flour
1½ tsp salt
For the Filling:

½ cup (1 stick / 115g) unsalted butter, softened
½ cup packed light brown sugar
1½ cups finely chopped toasted pecans
1½ tsp ground cinnamon
Pinch of salt
For Finishing:

1 egg, beaten (for egg wash)
Optional: Coarse sugar for sparkle

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