Growing up, there were a few things that my mom made a few times a year that made me inordinately happy and one of those things was her Banana Bread. Honestly, when that woman made it–and she often surprised me–I would eat it for breakfast, pack it in my lunch for school, and enjoy some for desert after dinner. (For some reason, my parents would not let me eat it for dinner.) Whenever I would smell it baking, I was so excited.