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February 15th, 2009

fireriven: "Jack of all trades; master of none."  (Default)
Sunday, February 15th, 2009 12:01 am

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fireriven: (domestic goddess)
Sunday, February 15th, 2009 03:58 pm
Andy and I generally each have a banana as part of our daily balanced breakfast. Unfortunately, I wasn't eating any breakfast more complex than a few sips of sprite and half a piece of toast for half of last week. This meant that a bunch of bananas were sitting on the kitchen counter slowly going bad.

I'm not fond of eating over-ripe bananas, but was really loathe to throw away so much in the way of fresh produce. And, although we're trying to eat less sugary baked goods, the only pleasant alternative for the bananas I could think of was to be made into banana bread.

Four loaves, to be exact. The first two deceived me into thinking they were done, when in actuality they hosted gooey centers which subsequently collapsed upon cooling. But the second two... oh my.



I used this recipe for the bread, excepting where I disdained the use of parchment paper and simply thoroughly greased my pans.

I generally eat my banana bread plain*, but Andy loves banana frosting and searched out a recipe on his own initiative. What else could I do but make it for him?** And I'm glad I did it as it is divine: incredibly smooth, and the fresh bananas zing.

The recipe for the banana frosting is as follows: cream 1/4th cup softened butter with 1/2 cup mashed banana and 3 1/2 cups sifted confectioners' sugar. (The recipe also called for a 1/4th of a teaspoon of white vinegar, but we left it out as we didn't have any. It also wanted 1/8th a teaspoon of salt, but I was using salted butter and so left that out as well.)

The flecks of banana chunks dotting the resulting frosting, as well as it's intoxicating quality of melting into a glaze on a warm hunk of banana bread is just... well, awesome. Take another look:



I'm off to have another slice right now. And then once more into the breach of the last 60 pages of David Duff's Romance and Revolution: Shelley and the Politics of a Genre.



* I also usually prefer banana nut bread, but Andy likes his bananas un-nutted.

** I should specify that Andy was my faithful compatriot in these kitchen adventures. He mashed the bananas and did the dishes and handed me things. He also greased the pans.