I wouldn't say that I am a banana snob, but I do have my preferences. My bananas need to be a greenish shade of yellow without a spot of brown. Right at that point that the peel is a little tough to peel off. Not to brag or anything, but I have a unique talent to select bananas at the store that are still green but will turn to a perfect yellow - not the dreaded bunch that goes from green straight to brown. Yuck.
Because I was not the one to make the banana selection last weekend, we ended up with three freckled and sorry looking bananas this morning. I didn't even consider trying to sneak them into Chloe's breakfast - they were just that past their prime. A wave of domestic air happened to pass through the house at the exact moment I was opening the trash can to toss the foul trio into. I rounded up the girls and we raided the pantry for flour, brown sugar, eggs and butter and whipped up a loaf of banana bread on the fly. After we banished Chloe from helping (a.k.a. throwing glass bowls around and grabbing a softening stick of butter) Claire took over banana mashing duty (ick!) and ingredient stirring while I dug a medley of spices out of the cabinet to toss in.
"Cleaning" out the bowl
Mmmm... no need for the dishwasher now!
Everyone had a piece or two for their afternoon snack and it was a hit! Even Jason dug in. I guess even non perfect bananas have their place in life!
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