Bananas are a favorite of mine. I always buy more than I need so I can eat a few, and then bake with a few.
More often than not, I reach for a standard-issue banana walnut bread recipe from my grandmother’s recipe box. I’m not sure whose hand wrote out the recipe. Certainly not hers, because I can actually read it.
My grandmother’s handwriting was notoriously illegible. Reading anything she wrote was a great adventure that required moderate patience, a decent amount of eye-strain, and feelings of euphoria when you finally interpreted the message. “Learning shorthand ruined my handwriting!” she claimed.