"Probably the Best Banana bread I've had."

Yesterday I had two bananas slumped in the corner, looking like a couple of old 1940's train hobos- a few bruises, weather-beaten exterior, probably killed a few men, and smelling a little on the funky side. They looked miserably at me from across the kitchen, begging me to give them purpose before their time expired. I coddled them, reassuring them that they would be ok and born anew into something great; Something Josh referred to as "probably the best banana bread I've ever had." Knowing that the secret ingredient to achieving the most delectable bread was sour cream, I set about the internet looking for as close a replicate as I could to my mom's recipe. I happened upon this recipe from food.com which I severely modified.

I have no photography skills. I blame this on lack of natural sunlight.

Boomer's version of Banana Bread

•  1/2 cup butter (use butter. Don't use margarine. BUTTER ONLY.)
• 1 cup sugar (I used just less than a cup since I added more banana)
• 2 eggs
• 1 teaspoon vanilla (I actually didn't use vanilla because 1. It's expensive. 2. I don't have any.)
• 1 1/2 cups flour
• 1 teaspoon baking soda
• 1/2 teaspoon salt
• 1 cup mashed banana (I used two very big ones.)
• 1/2 cup sour cream (I used full fat organic. I suggest you do the same.)

Directions:

Prep Time: 15 mins

Total Time: 1 1/4 hr

1. 1 Grease 1 large loaf pan.
2. 2 Cream butter, sugar, eggs
3. 3 Add dry ingredients, then bananas and sour cream.
4. 4 Mix sparingly. In fact, barely mix. Mix enough to get things wet and then step away slowly.
5. 5 Bake at 350 F for 1 hour.

Read more: http://www.food.com/recipe/sour-cream-banana-bread-9351#ixzz1J9d2pkNy


I should probably mention that this recipe is the farthest thing from paleo on the planet.


I've had a pretty productive morning so far. A light rainfall and birdsong served as a more agreeable alarm (opposed to "Hey! HEY! HEY! I have to PEE!!!! HEY!), and like every morning I went straight to the bathroom to let Boomer out. Except, unlike every morning, I was greeted by an overflowing toilet full of raw sewage. And no, I couldn't call for my mom to unclog it because she's 500 miles away. Oh no, nope, I had to pump it out myself. So, prostrating myself in the most stretched out fashion with only my right finger tips working the plunger and my left hand preventing me from added more muck to the mire,  I carefully plunged. I did my best to keep poo water off my arm. To no avail. Two things were learned from this lesson- I can hold my breath a lot longer than I thought and not to expect my husband to rescue me from the fecal monster. 
Aside from that, I discovered the source of my chronic chest pain! Imagine my relief when I discovered I was suffering from Costochondritis, the inflammation of the stuff around the sternum. (At first I thought this meant my longing for Costco was breaking my heart).Apparently this is very common among young females. My irrational side can finally rest in peace. I don't know why, but I was convinced I was suffering from a two day long heart attack.