
Did I ever tell you that my Grandma spoiled me, like any good grandmother usually does, if I wanted some pie, we'd have some pie. Pepsi Cola, I got it.
You get the point I’m making here don’t ya?
However, she also loved to have me in the kitchen "helping her" by giving me little jobs to do, such as stir this with your left hand or "It won't turn out just right." I later found out one of the reasons she was like that, my dad informed me was that she spoiled me so much because I was her first and only “recognized” grandchild and only child of my parents. I never really gave it any thought till that day he said that.
I guess being an “ONLY” was something back then.
I have two really strong food memories that influence me to this day. First, one evening for dinner our whole family was at Grandma's house, an almost daily and regular occurrence. We sat down, said our prayers, and dug into the food like we always did around there (we knew we were in for some good eating when we were at Granny's.) I filled my plate with a little of everything on the table, including the “much desired” mashed potatoes or squished taters as I called them. Now, mind you, I LOVED Grandma's mashed potatoes, and when I say LOVED I mean LOVED! So, when I took the first bite, I knew immediately something wasn't right with them, I could have picked them out in a police lineup thats how well I knew her potatoes. I asked "Grandma, these aren’t those boxed snow flake fake taters are they?" "Huh? She then replied, "Yes!" then without missing a beat she turned to my Uncle and said; "How did he know that? Boy I'll never do that again." And, guess what? She never did, it was real or no potatoes at all from then on out, no sir she didn't try and cheat my taste buds no more.
To this day, I credit Grandma for two things, my total hate of fake mashed potatoes and my love of cooking and love of recipes.
Oh yea, back to memories , the second memory and the one thing I do however regret is that I never learned how she was able to make her Banana Nut Bread taste so dang good, hers was always a much anticipated Christmas present. Now, I admit I have tried to carry on this tradition, and give baked goods for Christmas to family and friends and well to be honest I have completely failed at getting my Nut Bread to taste anywhere close to hers. Even though everyone is always so grateful and thoughtful with their compliments, I know Grandma's was always better, so each year I try to hone up my baking skills to match up with hers. I haven't even come close yet, but I'm getting there, I think.
Granny’s Banana Nut Bread
The Store Bought Stuff: (Ingredients)
- 4 cups flour
- 4 eggs
- 4 mashed bananas
- 2 cups sugar
- 1 cup butter
- 1 cup sour cream
- 2 tsp baking soda
- ½ tsp salt
- 1 tsp vanilla
- 1 cup chopped pecans or walnuts (it is optional, but then again would it banana nut bread without them?)
Throwing It Together: (Preparation)
Okay cream the butter with sugar. Beat in eggs and mix until fluffy. Sift flour with baking soda and salt, then add to egg mixture. Stir in mashed bananas, sour cream and vanilla and nuts.
Pour into greased bread pans.
Let stand about 10 minutes to get all settled in nice and cozy in them pans. Then bake at 325 degrees for 30-45 minutes. Then take it out of the oven and eat till you can’t walk anymore.
Also, let me know how y’all like it and if you didn’t you probably didn’t stir it with your left hand, that's the trick you know! LOL!