My grandmother could bake like no tomorrow and my mom definitely inherited that skill. I on the other hand have been known to burn, undercook and somehow mess up almost everything I try to bake. So, when it was my mom’s first birthday without my grandmother, I wanted to bake this banana cake that my grandmother had made every year for my birthday and every holiday. Now I’m not great at following recipes or measuring, baking it way to on point for me, so naturally I was making the cake and it did not look like anything on how it should look. It was crumbly and not cake batter at all. I was so mad at myself for once again not being able to make a simple cake batter, but I decided to add the last ingredient, bananas, anyway. I don’t know if my grandmother was there with me in the kitchen and worked her baking magic or what, but it magically came together and formed cake batter in two seconds. It was a miracle, so put it in a pan and popped it in the oven and it was fantastic. Banana cake is just basically banana bread in a cake pan with frosting, but oh my goodness it is my favorite thing on Earth. Especially knowing that my grandmother made it made it extra special. It is my favorite recipe that my family holds close to their hearts and I know I’ll be making this cake again, maybe with the extra help from my grandmother.
This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at Monmouth chapter.