I’m not sure where I read it. Whether it was mentioned in The Goldfinch (I am *so*close to being finished with this book!), or in a New Yorker essay (spent much of yesterday pouring through their archives), or whether a phone call with my mother invoked my sudden need to bake banana bread. But there is was, and here I am. Two slices of buttery sweetness later.
I love baking, but hate how calculating it is. I’m much more of an improv cook: a little bit of this, a whole lotta that. This recipe, however, is forgiving and adaptable. I added a pinch of salt and some pecans this time, vanilla and chocolate chips at other times. I’m sure you could mix in some pumpkin or crunch up a bit of granola, add it to the mix, and have something to call your own.
Homemade Banana Bread
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