The first time I ever made banana bread, it was a colossal failure. I tried again—no better. My aunt Eileen lives next door to my parents, and growing up I saw her almost daily. She brought treats over to us all the time, but her banana bread—perfectly wrapped in tinfoil—was always one of my favorites. So, when I called Eileen for the recipe, I was absolutely sure that it would be the Peterson family banana bread to be passed down for generations. As I pulled my dark brown, unrisen, slightly concave, gelatinous mess out of the oven, I thought to myself, “I must give up baking forever because if I can’t bake this recipe, I am doomed.”