I came across Laurie’s recipe for a Banana Snack Cake over at A Taste of Morning. I knew I wanted to make this cake the second I had overly brown bananas. I’m always looking for new ways to bake with bananas and I have to say, I think this maybe a new favorite!
I hope everyone is having a lovely long weekend! We spent it barbecuing with family, some cooking/baking and fighting off the ants and spiders! Ugh… one of the things I hate about home ownership is battling pests! Flies, spiders, ants, racoons, skunks —you name it! I’m relieved that I’m having my home fumigated on Tuesday. Hopefully most of them will be gone by then. Chris and I used to live in a condo so we didn’t encounter pest problems but we did have some noisy neighbors. Either way, they’re both pests. At least with these pest, they’re not loud and obnoxious, just creepy.
I made this over the weekend. I was so excited to cut into it for breakfast the next morning too. When I took a bite out of it the next day, it was mush. Funny how it looked fabulous when it came out of the oven. What happened here?! Cakes aren’t supposed to have a soggy and wet texture! I was sooooo disappointed I was going to chuck it in the trash. There goes a wasted day. Chris, however, liked it. He said it tasted like a bread pudding. I rolled my eyes. He ended up taking it with him to work to share. I was somewhat embarrassed but whatever!
Oh wow, is it Wednesday already?! My blog has been seriously neglected. E and M just left. And I’m pooped! It has been quite an exhausting weekend. We were out all day Sunday and Monday. Mostly outdoor stuff —poolside barbecue and picnic barbecue. And I’m not into any of those things. There’s one thing you need to know about me. I don’t like getting dirty and I don’t like outdoorsy activities. OK, that’s two things. Why? It’s mainly because of the insects. I attract them. They love to eat me alive. Plus, I do not like dining with any bugs around. Who does? Aside from that, it was great seeing my nieces, E and M!
I brought home a box of raspberries from the store the other day. They were the prettiest out of the bunch. Big, plump and organic. I washed them when I got home and when I fed it to Chris, he said… “it’s kind of sour” then he made a face. More of a reason why we don’t eat fruit around here. Sigh… I hate it when that happens. How the heck do you pick out a good box of raspberries? So when that happens, I usually bake with them. It’s the only way I know to salvage them without throwing it out, or make a liqueur out of them.