With cabin fever in full swing, and a bowl full of very ripe banana's, I decided to bake up some banana bread. I have never baked banana bread before, and all the recipes I found in my cookbooks required buttermilk, which I do not have on hand. So, a call to my mom provided me with a quick and easy recipe that my Grandma used to bake.
I remember eating Grandma's banana bread and mom would bake it a lot when we were kids. It was always so yummy. Mom would serve it as a snack to us in the summertime and it tasted the best after a long day at the swimming pool (not sure why, it just did).
So my banana bread did not turn out looking so great, but it sure does taste yummy! It probably would have turned out better if not for the other dinner foods cooking in the oven at the same time. Hey, what can I say, a mommy has to multitask!
On a sentimental note, my day of baking got me thinking about my Grandmother and how absolutely wonderful she was. She was beautiful, inside and out and always had just the right words. When I was six years old she gave me a Children's Bible and just inside the first page she wrote this...