My loves at their first meeting. Aunt Becky and Knox.
My wife is a genius. We had some neglected bananas and she suggested making some banana bread. I dug into my mothers old recipe box (which is filled mostly with recipes from my grandmother) and found just what I needed. It tasted as good as it looks, and it makes my heart happy because this is one of the few ways I can still connect with them both – my mother passed away almost exactly 9 years ago, and my grandmother has been gone for coming up on 4 years.
Due to an alarming number of conditions, we end up with a GIANT pile of tumbleweeds in this corner EVERY YEAR. I hate them, and hate needing to get rid of them. However, I do draw a great deal of satisfaction when I incinerate them out of existence. :D