Growing up, there were a few things that my mom made a few times a year that made me inordinately happy and one of those things was her Banana Bread. Honestly, when that woman made it–and she often surprised me–I would eat it for breakfast, pack it in my lunch for school, and enjoy some for desert after dinner. (For some reason, my parents would not let me eat it for dinner.) Whenever I would smell it baking, I was so excited.
Taking this recipe out for a spin on my own was a first. I felt so close to my mom–as if all the miles just shrunk and maybe even the years too. As if I was the little girl sitting across from her waiting for it to cool so we could slather some butter on that warm banana bread.
In this case, I made it for friends. Because I figured this secret out: part of the reason my mom made banana bread was to make me smile. That’s part of the joy in baking something special for someone and so I did the same, wrapping it up for some friends. Enjoy this classic. Some things are good enough, they don’t need to be fancied up.
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My mother never made banana bread, and I actually discovered it as an adult. What a discovery it was! Now I make it all the time and my kids are like you – they devour it the day it’s made. Lovely recipe. Thanks for sharing.