My grandmother died in 2005. She did not own a computer. I think she could have mastered some computer skills, but she had plenty of interests and activities and friends to keep her engaged in the world. She wrote things down, not fictional stories but events of her life, both past and present. After she died, I was given the honor of keeping some of her writings. I thought starting a blog with them might be fun. I hope readers will find it enjoyable. Thanks for stopping by.
Tuesday, March 26, 2013
Banana bread!
"February 28, 2002: I baked banana bread today. Tom came after work. We had chili soup and then played Rummikub.
March 1, 2002: Wrote seven thank you letters.
March 2, 2002: Dale brought Dane, Mitch, Kyleah and Anna here about 6:00. We had supper. The kids watched TV and goofed around. Dale came for Dane and Kyleah about 9:00 and Mary came about 11:00.
Gosh! I haven't made banana bread in a while now. And I must confess, I don't use Grandma's recipe, unless she uses Norma B.'s recipe. I have nothing against other recipes, but I get rave reviews and am something locally known for my banana bread. Well, known around work anyway; that's probably the extent of it.
Duane T. was the recipient of some of Grandma's banana bread. I found out from someone in the family that he liked to take it for lunch with peanut butter on it. I thought that sounded odd until I thought on it a bit. As a kid, one of my favorite treats, usually at Christmas, was the little jellyroll-style candies Grandma would make. Two of the ingredients were bananas and peanut butter. So, I gave Duane's idea a try and of course, it was excellent.
Here's a photo of those same kids a few years earlier.
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