ive gone bananas

you know how people say “oh, i could do that in my sleep…”? well, i am pretty sure that most of the baking i did this week was actually in my sleep. wait, no. i have barely slept at all this week, so perhaps a trance or a daze would be a better word for it. there are many things in my life that i should be quite proud of, things that truly are impressive, but today… today i am proud that i did not: yell at anyone, punch anyone, rip my hair out, fall down in a fit of tears, fall asleep at my desk, start laughing hysterically for no reason in a meeting with our CEO, or anything else indicative of the mental state i am in. seriously, between not sleeping and some of the people i encountered in my work day (okay, the screaming children at target didn’t help either), i feel like im losing my mind… going bananas, if you will.

coincidentally, the bananas that i bought were turning as well. despite being tired and having baked a ton already this week, as a baker i had no choice but to make something with them. next time i have ripe bananas i plan on trying a new recipe, but this evening it was function over fashion. okay that was the wrong expression. im tired and can’t think. i just wanted to turn them into something tasty and edible as quickly and easily as i knew how.

i decided to go with three mini loaves instead of one large one; one for me, and one each for chris and ed from work who are always appreciative of my baked goods and are both banana bread fans. granted, i could eat a whole large loaf by myself and this was just in interest of sharing– in fact, i still have a vivid memory from prom night when my date couldnt come down the shore (he had to work early the next day, as he was a last minute replacement date for the guy i broke up with…i know, i know, bad timing) and while everyone else was with their dates i ate an entire loaf of my moms banana bread while trying to ward off the guy who was also sans date, whose prom night dream i had no interest in making come true (yes, i succeeded in keeping him away -whew-). wow, that story sounds a *lot* lamer now that i put it in writing. i really did have a good time with my friends during the day the next day. i promise. no woah is me… this was supposed to be a tale of how much i love banana bread, and how it reciprocated by comforting and protecting me. mmmmmmm…banana bread.

anyway, in the spirit of everything else i made this week… i made it cinnamon banana bread. cinnamon banana bread, in a daze, from a woman who has gone bananas. ta-da.