Neither my mother nor I have ever been celebrated for our cooking skills. She would more likely have made a needlepoint picture out of a good recipe and I would write a story about it as I am now. However, there were a couple of dishes she did really well. One of those was her Banana Pudding. She didn’t have a recipe. She simply cooked it.
The day I wrote down this recipe, she was stirring the sauce on the stove as she tried to recall what she had put in it. I can still smell the delicious aroma as it simmered and she stirred. When the meringue had browned and the pudding had cooled a little, we each got a “helping” because Banana Pudding is always best while it is still warm from the oven.
As we went over what I had written down, there was no way we could have imagined that 20 years after she passed away, I would be sharing the results of that afternoon with family members she loved very much. Hope you enjoy!