Banana Bread Nostalgia

I remember as a kid the comforting routine of my day. Wake up to an all too familiar jingle that WJJY radio station played every morning around 7:15am….

“Good morning good morning good morning
it’s time to rise and shine
Good morning good morning good morning
I hope you’re feeling fine
it’s time to get up and get out of bed
it’s time to get up you sleepy head
the day is coming just for you
and all your dreams….
are coming true…”

Anybody else remember that one? This is what I heard every morning as I made my way downstairs. And as I entered the kitchen I’d be greeted by my all-too-perky-morning-loving mom flipping pancakes or making eggs or some other form of yummy hot breakfast. You see, hot breakfasts happened almost everyday. I know I know…..I was lucky. Aside from the fact that my mother loved us oh so much to get up before everyone, cook up a wonderful breakfast, and clean up after everyone left (we didn’t get a dishwasher until….mid to late 90s), it was a matter of economy. My giant sized brothers (I had 3 of them) would each eat a box of cereal, a few pieces of toast, and a half gallon of milk if my mother didn’t offer something else. It was necessity. On occasion…..okay, maybe once a week or so, there would be cinnamon rolls or banana bread waiting on the table just begging to be…..INHALED. She is a saint, my mother. Truly truly the best.
There is just something extraordinary about my mother’s banana bread. She swears she does nothing special and it is a basic recipe – which it is…..probably Betty Crocker or something. Perhaps it is the pan. Or maybe it’s the kitchen. Who knows. When my great-grammy died there was some conflict over a certain roasting pan she used for her famous “soft chicken”. Everyone thought if HER pan was used for HER recipe then it would magically be like SHE made it. Not so. The pan does add to the nostalgia of soft chicken served on a cold winter night with the sweet cackle of Gram’s laughter coming from the kitchen. But really?….it wasn’t the pan. No. It isn’t the recipe or the pan or the kitchen or even the cook. What makes food…..homemade food so wonderfully delicious and irresistible is the love. The love with which it is made. The love for whom it is prepared. And the love with which it is served. Sounds cheesy. But it is all about the love. Ask anyone who grew up on homemade food.
Back to the banana bread. It is a tried and true simple recipe and when it is used with the sweetest of intentions and made for those you love, it tastes as if it were dropped from heaven. Seriously….just try it….with any recipe. OR you can try it with this one:

1.5c butter
3c sugar
3 eggs
7 ripe bananas (black, squishy, and almost juicy)
1/2c milk (soured with 2tsp vinegar)
1T baking soda
1tsp salt
6c flour (mix 5….add 6th)

whip the butter, sugar, and eggs together. add the bananas and soured milk. add baking soda and salt.
mix in 5c flour until moist then add 6th cup.
pour into 3 large greased bread pans and bake at 325 for 1-1.5 hours. they are done when toothpick test comes out clean.



2 thoughts on “Banana Bread Nostalgia

  1. You're missing my favorite ingredient…can you guess what it is? I'll make it easy for you…it comes in chip form and rhymes with bocolate :pBeen WAY too long since I've had some good banana bread…looks like I'll have to hide those ready to eat ones sitting on my counter so they can start rotting by the weekend!

  2. This is such a loving, sweet post. I can just imagine the happy memories of waking up in the morning to such wonderful food and smells! I'm surprised your brothers didn't eat your parents out of their house, as I imagine that they DO eat a lot! I could learn from this 🙂 . I make a lot of eggs, and then muffins a few days a week, but they are usually more of a "snack" than breakfast, because I certainly don't start cooking before the family wakes up. Alas, more to strive for 🙂 . P.S. SO SO good to see you last Sunday. Maybe someday we'll live nice and close and you can be more than just my cyber-friend!

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