When I was a teeny tiny kid, my Gramma and Grampa would visit a couple times a year. They lived about 2 hours away in Greenfield, Massachusetts. These visits were so special to me. I used to wait and wait and wait for them to arrive. I loved their visit so much!
When it was time for them to head back home after a weekend of seafood dinners and cribbage games, I would cry and cry. I missed them as soon as their huge maroon colored car pulled away from the curb.
I won’t say that anything could have replaced them after they left, but one thing helped…and it help a lot. My grandmother would always stock our fridge with her amazing banana breads and pans upon pans of macaroni and cheese. Just like the mac-n-cheese, her banana bread was a perfect, perfect thing.
It’s amazing how much love a little loaf of bread can bring to a home. While Gramma was back in Greenfield it was almost like she was with us every hectic morning getting ready for school, wolfing down huge, amazing, moist slices of banana bread.
Well, sadly, we lost Grampa when I was pretty young, and Gramma several years ago. It was crushing. But we have some very special memories. we have A LOT of special memories. But I have some other things too. Since I became a baking fool this past few months, I’ve been searching for some seriously yummy standard recipes. I found a chocolate cake recipe online that has proven to be a favorite of a lot of my friends. I was given a rhubarb pie recipe that blew my mine. But among my recipes, there stands something very very special. A couple of months ago, my parents gave me my grandmothers recipe box. I was so pleased and so touch. I was a little bit speechless. (If you know me, you know that that is BARELY possible.) However, I had enough of my wits about me to rifle through the box looking for her banana bread recipe.
I’ve made several of them since. But tomorrow’s banana bread is a special one. It’ll be the first one I make for my parent’s. They’re coming to Brooklyn to visit Michael and me tomorrow. I’ll be handing off a banana bread to them, the way Gramma used to.
I hope they like it.