Off the diet

I’m not on a diet.  Zach is.  I fully support it.  We bike down the Greenway as often as possible.  We avoid the train at all costs even if it means walking 30 blocks to get home in 98 degrees.  We are both working on smaller portions and we almost always skip desert, a luxury we were used to indulging in.

For some reason when we passed the bananas at the supermarket a few days ago I had this memory of overnights at my Grandma and Grandpa’s as a kid.  When I stayed over, dinner was Stouffers frozen dinners or burgers from the family-run fast food restaurant down the street.  We usually had ice cream for dessert and breakfast was often sliced bananas on top of a bowl of milk and cereal.  I decided to recreate that breakfast experience (I can skip Stouffers these days) with this memory in mind.

It was delicious, but now we have more bananas than we know what to do with, which means it is time to make banana bread.  I know I just said Zach is on a diet, but this is for the good of the future restaurant.  He’s taking one for the team, and says he’s won’t complain. What a guy.

I fully trust in the idea that baking is a science.  I also believe in science experiments.  So my goal, before Zach gets home, is to do my research on banana bread recipes, come to a conclusion on a basic recipe and come up with a tweaked one.  Here goes nothing!