I baked banana bread on Sunday. I haven't done this since before my Nana passed away. She loved my banana bread. I would go to the assisted living facility to visit her and I always had a loaf in my hand, just wrapped in foil. The ladies would watch me coming in and start whispering things like, "There's Esther's Granddaughter, you know, the one with the banana bread." It was pretty funny.
I started to show up with the bread in a bag instead, hoping to conceal it. They still recognized me.
My Nana used to keep it in the freezer and dole it out a slice at a time. And she only shared with the ladies she liked. This was her all time favorite thing to eat.
So I took a break for a while because I get sad when I think of it. The other day I decided to go for it and I was happy thinking about how it made her happy.
I think I'll do a layout in the future so I took some photos as I went along.
I haven't lost my touch. The banana bread was gobbled up fast at work! Happy Thanksgiving, everyone!