Today screamed for banana nut bread and a little father-son bonding time. The bananas were far too gone to eat and I can’t remember the last time I baked. It is strange to go through the cook books and written recipes and see Carrie’s handwriting. It is a pleasant reminder that she was once here. Yet even though I dug through everything looking for the recipe, I came up empty.
So the boy and I improvised. By improvising I mean I called grandma and asked for her recipe; Bisquick for simplicity, softened butter, eggs, vanilla extract, sugar, and nuts. The nuts are Pecans in our case, although I prefer walnuts. Carrie loved pecans and I still have several pounds to use up sooner or later. Hmmm. Do they ever go bad?
We put the ingredients together, including the well-ripened bananas, and then the boy took over. He likes running the mixer or, as he prefers, the manly term—crushing-everything-together-electrical-powered-mechanical-device. In either case, the individual ingredients were no longer distinguishable as the crushed/ground/pulverized mixture was then poured into a greased and floured loaf pan.
The pan was then inserted into our pseudo-lava infused molecular altering of victuals device set to 450.15 Kelvin and left for about 50 minutes. The result is a wondrously fragrant, superbly moist, and incredibly delicious loaf of banana nut bread.
Then the real bonding began—reaping the rewards of our labors. A lesson every young man should learn. Now, if we could just find someone to clean up the mess………… 😉