#pot luck

Last month, my kid had a birthday. She didn’t want cake, but asked if she could pick a dessert from one of my old cookbooks. She picked a book that my gramma’s church put out in 1983. It’s obviously not nationally available, but it’s a special volume on my bookshelf because both my gramma and my great-gramma have recipes in there, and rural midwestern church ladies had the best food. My kid didn’t pick one of their recipes, but picked a really good one anyway.

Its called “Banana Split Cake” even though it’s not a cake, but a no-bake, layered bar dessert that I’m sure has made an appearance and more than one potluck. The food of my people. All the flavors worked together perfectly and I didn’t have to turn the oven on. The kid picked a good one and she said it was way better than any cake. 10 out of 10.