French Toast

Now that I am technically grown up- ya know, I do my own taxes, my knees pop and all I want to do is nap- I have realized what true love looks like. It looks like a mom cooking her two children french toast on a school day at 6:30 a.m. because they begged her…

Banana Bread

Can’t you just smell it? I can. As it sneaks out of the oven, it wraps me in a blurry, fuzzy blanket of memories of home, family and warm, melting butter. Banana bread. I have never met someone who doesn’t mmmmmm or oooohhhh when I bring banana bread over. I think it is one of…