Am I the only one who buys green or yellow bananas then watches them turn to mush on the counter? I don’t want to confess how many bananas I’ve surreptitiously dropped into the garbage over the years (not that I kept track). Occasionally I try to assuage my guilt by redeeming those browning beauties into banana bread.
But then sometimes even my redemption needs redemption. For penicillin? (This picture was taken in 1980. I’ve forgiven myself for my forgetfulness, but I obviously haven’t forgotten.)
At home for lunch today I noted the over-ripe bananas on the counter.
I had three choices: eat, toss, or make banana bread.