Cooking is like love, it should be entered into with abandon or not at all.
-Harriet Van Horne (Vogue 1956)
Is there anything more comforting than freshly baked banana bread? Growing up a friend and I would always make banana bread when we were down. We would spy each other with that knowing look and immediately start gathering ingredients. When we were apart we would often bring a warm slice to each other “just because” and the sentiment contained in that delicious slice is something that I can conjure up all of these years later. It was more than the ingredients, it was an act of love. It was an act of knowing that we can’t always fix things with words, but sharing in a scrumptous delight and surrendering to that moment, somehow everything was just a little more bearable.
The aroma of this bread brought back so many memories of struggling to know who we were and how we fit into this world. It also brought back some very carefree memories that helped lighten my heart on a chilly fall day.