I hate bananas! Correction: the mere thought of bananas makes me want to puke, so I stay far far away from them. As much time as I spend at the grocery store, bananas are one of the few items whose price I have no idea of. Yes, I hate them that much. Funny thing is I used to eat bananas when I was younger. I always looked forward to our rest stop somewhere around Ekona, on the way to Kumba for bananas and sugarcane. I lived for those moments, yet somehow I just stopped eating them and grew to hate it!
Three weeks ago though, my room mate came home with bananas from work saying she intended to bake. Well, I waited and waited and the baking never happened, at least not from her end. Anyways, yesterday a light bulb went off in my head, and I remembered that I had promised to scout a recipe for banana nut bread for a friend, and I had almost rotten bananas sitting in my fridge. Talk about excitement. I had something to look forward to after work for a change, well at least this week. I refuse to bore you with the details of my near self-imposed solitary confinement, although it may help you understand why I get sooooo excited about food!
Once upon a time, in a kitchen near you there resided a cast of characters: flour, sugar, bananas, eggs, milk, baking powder, baking soda and walnuts. In a clean mixer, the sugar and butter got introduce. They mingled at medium speed for a few minutes until they got light and fluffy. Then the eggs decided to join in, one at a time of course, with each egg getting some alone time with the couple before the next brother joined in.
While in another village down the road, a couple bananas met their untimely death at the hands of a masher. This masher mashed those bananas like they had never been mashed, and the bananas had no other choice than to succumb under pressure to this …
It so happens that the mashed bananas got introduced to the nice and fluffy cake batter, and they all mingled together. Finally, the evaporated milk and the dry ingredients decided to join the party, which they did by alternating turns until everyone was nicely settled in. And they all lived happily ever after. Well, not quite but you get my drift
A few minutes later, and a few degrees cooler…
I wish I could say it tasted like a slice of heaven, but I cant seeing that my hatred for bananas would not even let me get a whiff of it. But in the event that you doubt my skills, the huge slice, read a quarter of the cake, I took for my co-worker was gone within an hour of her getting home. I want to assume it was that good!
- 2 sticks/1 cup of butter
- 1.5 cup of sugar
- 3 large eggs
- 1.5 cups of mashed ripe bananas
- 4 cups of flour
- 2 teaspoons of baking powder
- 1 teaspoon of baking powder
- 1.5 cups of evaporated milk (or sour cream)
- 1 cup of crushed walnuts
- Preheat your oven to 350F
- In a clean bowl, combine butter and sugar. Cream until light and fluffy
- Add eggs to batter, one at a time and beating between additions
- Throw in mashed bananas to batter and cream some more
- Alternatively add the dry ingredients and the milk, while creaming between additions. Cream everything together for about five more minutes.
- Remove bowl from mixer and throw in walnuts. Mix with a wooden spoon.
- Pour batter into already greased cake pans and put in the oven
- Bake for about an hour, or until a toothpick/skewer comes out of cake clean
- Remove from oven and allow to cool, preferably on a cooling rack, if not wax paper could also be used
- Treat yourself to a generous slice like you have not a care in the worl