Or it's time they were mashed with a fork and scraped into a batter, poured into a loaf pan, baked at hellish temperatures and incorporated into your mortal cell structure with the accompaniment of much butter.
I wonder if the latter bananas are bad bananas. Is banana bread a kind of fruit hell? Or could we think of it as a kind of limited immortality, a sort of banana limbo, given they get to walk around as you for a while?
Maybe eating banana bread is sort of like allowing banana possession?
This, by the way, is why I'm not in seminary.
Well, it's among SEVERAL reasons I'm not in seminary.
Okay, so when your bananas look like this, and you've consigned them to the hell/limbo that is Banana Bread (after having waited, in vain, for the angels), this is how you do that.
I'm pretty sure this recipe is my maternal grandmother's. I'm absolutely sure this is my mother's recipe. I mean I sort of stole it from her, so yeah, I can be absolutely sure. Probably one or the other of them got it from a magazine.
What you need
- 3 VERY ripe bananas, mashed (should yield about 1 c)
- 2/3 cup sugar
- 1/3 c butter, melted and cooled
- 2 eggs
- 3 TBSP sour milk (milk plus a splash of vinegar)
- 2 c white flour
- 1 tsp baking powder
- 1/2 tsp baking soda
- 1/2 tsp salt
- 1 cup chopped nuts
Grease and flour a loaf pan.
In a separate bowl, combine flour, soda, powder and salt.
In a large bowl, mix sugar, butter, eggs by hand until combined. Stir in milk and bananas until combined. Add flour mixture and combine. Add nuts and combine.
See? EASY.
Pour the whole lot quickly into the loaf pan, and let sit for twenty minutes. Preheat the oven to 350 and bake for about 60 minutes. The loaf is done when a knife inserted in the middle comes out clean. Remove from pan when it's cool enough to handle.
You eat this in slices, slathered with butter.
Ok, I liked the prose of this post. It's funny, unexpectedly lyrical in places, and, did I say funny already? Really, that banana limbo, possession, immortality (rebirth) was great the first time I read it months ago, and it's still funny. But... to be honest, as soon as you got to the recipe, I stopped reading. Not because of the writing... See, I'm afraid of cooking and of having to buy all the stuff. Yeah, yeah, I know, you mentioned it was only $5, but I didn't believe you or...or...maybe my bread-baking anxiety created the McGurk effect or something. Anyway, just wanted to say, I bravely re-read, and I am going to give this bread a shot. I think I can do it (especially if April helps me)!
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