“Did you know that this is the same recipe my grandmother, your great-grandmother, used to make banana bread. It was passed down to my mother who passed it down to me and now I’m passing it down to you.”
She was just four years old, standing on the stepstool so that she could reach the kitchen counter, big brown eyes looking up at me excitedly because this girl LOVES to bake. We carefully measured each ingredient, but when it came time to add the bananas, she knew what was coming and had the potato masher at the ready. As we squished those bananas through the masher, we squealed, “Ewwww! It’s the banana worms! Banana worms everywhere!” This was our silly tradition when we made banana bread. She had watched her older brother do it and now she was taking over this sacred duty.