Banana bread

As a rule, Matthew doesn't appreciate his mother's cooking. Hopefully his taste will mature, because Rachel is the best cook I know, with the possible exception of Dave Cassler. Sometimes, though, he surprises me. This morning I gave him a half slice of Rachel's banana bread. He chowed it down, and started making urgent noises. "Do you want more?" I asked. "Please?" he said. So I got him another half slice and started reading my email. A couple minutes later, he got up, got the banana bread bag off the counter, and brought it over to me. "Mmmmmm!" he said. "Please!" So now he's on his third half slice, and this is after breakfasting on pancake already.