Growing up I loved when my mom made banana bread. She has a magic way for making food from memory or from instinct, but occasionally- like some of the rest of us- she too needs a recipe. I wouldn't say for certain this is the exact recipe she uses, but I've stumbled upon it before, and it has the most similar taste to my mom's. I tease my sister (P) about making a family book of recipes, so maybe one day this one will be in it. Paige often tells me that if it wasn't for me she wouldn't know any of the family traditions, because no one else pays as close attention. I'd like to think that's one of my unique roles in the family then... helping to teach, keep, and grow the family history and traditions. :-)
Like many mornings in Ireland, the weather changes a lot. I awoke to a clear blue sky and warm fall weather, only to have finished my breakfast and find it raining buckets. I'm still feeling tired from traveling around London this past week (update on that to come), and want to relax this afternoon. I started catching up on messages, chores, and errands yesterday after we got back and then needed rest. Today I have more energy, but still feel worn out in my legs and feet from our impressive trek across London (averaging over 10 miles on foot everyday).
With my Gabby Bernstein Spotify playlist on in the background, my baking materials on hand, and the trusted recipe to put some rotten bananas to good use back in action.... Voila!


















































