Some of my fondest childhood memories are attached to things my mother made me for breakfast. She made really good banana bread. I liked it sliced, cold, smeared with butter and cut into tiny cubes. She always used a steak knife and it left little even ridges along the butter as she spread it. The banana bread would get a little sticky on the top and that was my favorite part. I’d save it for last.
We didn’t have many other kinds of quick breads. Why mess with the perfection that was my mom’s banana bread? When it came to pumpkin, we usually made one batch of pumpkin chocolate chip cookies and a pie or two for Thanksgiving and that was it. And it was just fine.