More random childhood memories
One time when I was a kid my family went on a trip to Hawaii but instead of just hanging out on the beach like normal people my dad drove us 2 hours out into the Hawaiian wilderness on terrifyingly small cliff side roads to this tiny little village to try what was supposedly the world’s best banana bread. We made it there alive, purchased a loaf of the bread from a girl at a tiny shop and no matter how good you imagine banana bread can be, this banana bread was better.
http://www.travelyourself.ca/food-blogging/best-banana-bread-on-the-planet-maui-hawaii/ proof that I'm not making this up











