Well, it's gone. Between my kids and my brother's kids and breakfast for the boys this morning, there is no banana bread left. Gone! They descended upon this house in vulture-form; sniffing and hunting it out like great warriors searching for their prey.
My husband does not like bananas. Banana bread, splits, pie - they're all wasted on him. So when he came home last night finally (went to work at 6 am and worked until 10:30 last night!) he came in, sat down and ate his dinner that I had saved for him. That was pretty good too. He loved it. Kielbasi with caramelized onions, potatoes, fresh green beans and tomato sauce which I reduced. Off topic - sorry. Anyway he jokingly said what's for dessert. I know you made something because I can smell it. (I didn't tell him that it was Harvest Wreath simmering in my electric tart burner. I let him think that it is I alone who makes the house smell that good.) Anyway, I had to tell him sorry, it was banana bread. He looked a little crushed. Not because I made banana bread that he knows we love. He knew that the bananas we had were well past their prime and bread was inevitable. No, he wasn't denying us bread he just looked a little bummed there was nothing for him.
So today, more out of guilt than anything, I decided I will make Oatmeal Chocolate Chip cookies. Take a look at the recipe on Cara's Cravings. He loves oatmeal cookies and chocolate chip cookies. So, I'll combine the best of both worlds and I won't have to watch his little head hang in disappointment. You know I wouldn't be in this mess if I hadn't started baking in the first place. Or if he would just like bananas like the rest of us!