When Good Bananas Go Bad…
...Make banana bread.
Then make bread pudding.
Dress it up with whipped cream and dust it with cinnamon.
And I don't think I need to tell you what to do with all that...
...But I will.
Eat it. Eat it all. And fast. Before I do.
I'm a picky banana eater. I like them yellow and only yellow. No green and no brown specks. As soon as there's brown present I don't want anything to do with them. That's a very narrow window in which to enjoy banana goodness.
But rest assured I have not thrown out brown bananas in years. It just doesn't happen. Because, as I'm sure you know, they are soft, sweet and begging to baked up in something special.
Like this Banana Cinnamon Bread Pudding. I have never eaten and most definitely never baked bread pudding before. I have to be honest I put it off for a few weeks. I think it was the custard. If you know me at all you know the long history I have with custard.
Oh yeah, me and custard go way back. Trials and tribulations.
I think it's time custard and I set the past aside and become friends. Maybe even best friends. I mean when a dish full of freshly grated cinnamon, sweet bananas and toasted walnuts extends that hand of friendship you don't say no.
I say yes. Heck yes!
Knit One. Purl One. Bake One. Eat One.
Oh hi. Hey you remember me. I'm that mildly funny blogger that bakes cookies and writes letters to both inanimate objects and weirdos.
No? I'm that perfectionist in the kitchen that obsesses over custard and cowers at the sight of yeast. Yeah I basically cry over spilled milk. Literally.
Nothing? I also have an unusually high attraction to all things with polka dots. I own not one, not two, but three polka dot aprons. With ruffles. And bows.
Oh yeah. You remember now.
I apologize for my absence. I have a good excuse though. I really do. Are you ready? Like really ready?
I've been busy knitting. No really. I knit. Now you know the awful truth. I am in fact a 50s housewife that vacuums in pearls, darns socks and spends the day in the kitchen with perfectly applied lipstick.
Ok maybe my pearls are fake and I can't stand lipstick, but I do spend blissfully happy days in the kitchen and I can knit up a storm. Well maybe just a scarf. And not those fancy cable knit scarves. Maybe next year.
To make up for my knitting induced neglect I made you some traditional Dutch Boterkoek. It's like shortbread only better. You just have to trust me on this one. It's dense, moist and chock full of almond goodness. You're going to love it.











