My great-grandmother on my mother’s side always hosted Thanksgiving when I was a kid. It was a family reunion with 70 to 100 people at her house in Fayetteville, Georgia. There was always banana pudding. But there was only one big baking dish of it, and it was hidden somewhere in the house. When it was announced that it was time to look for the banana pudding, whoever found it got the first bowlful. This is built from my flavor memory of my great-grandmother’s banana pudding. My mom tells me it’s spot-on.
Like most people who love to cook, I’m not a fan of cleaning up! In the restaurant I’ve got a lot of help but at home it’s up to me. I’ve always used Formula 409 (or “The 409″ as my mom calls it) so when they asked me to work with them on their “Get