The second after you break open the package, you’ve essentially pressed start on a very real stop watch. Make no mistake, the race is on. That food has touched the open air and is on the inside track to spoiling. You just wanted a quick sandwich, but now you had better have mapped out how you intend to put down the other twenty slices of sandwich meat because they’re quickly developing a filmy slime and will smell funky before you know it. Because you had to dip that Oreo in a cup of milk, the whole gallon has now begun planning its sour and lumpy future. That quick little slice of cheddar you just had to have real quick is what gave the whole block of cheese a dream to one day soon get a big white tattoo.
Fruit, with its “natual packaging” is in an even bigger hurry to begin decorating itself in a new and different color scheme. It can happen over night too. When you go to bed, everything is bright and yummy. When you get up the next morning, the orange is strutting around in a new fur coat, the tomato has completely collapsed on one side, and apparently someone had it out for those bananas because they look like they got the living snot beat out of them!
There’s really not much you can do about most of these foods once they’ve started down the road to bad. That meat? In the trash. The milk? Down the drain. That orange? At least it’ll make the garbage disposal smell good and citrusy. But for those bananas, there is another way. Oh yes. There is another way.
Somewhere in the weird history of food, someone came to the conclusion that all those bruised up bananas could be mashed up into a loaf, shoved in an oven, and one hour later out would pop a magical bread fortified with potassium, fiber and vitamin B.
On a personal level, bananas are another food that I get a little purist about. I dig bananas. I like to peel it, and in my belly. Mixing it with liquor, pudding or starch however, kind of overpower the whole experience. So, for me the banana bread’s got to be incorporated with something that will overpower the banana itself. Just now as I’m thinking about it, bacon, walnuts and peanut butter would actually be genius pressed up against the banana bread. Geeze! It would be like putting Rocky, the Terminator, a couple of ninjas and the Predator in a cage match. The cage, of course, being my mouth. My belly would likely referee that mess though. Yikes!
Since I didn’t think of that, I did a chocolate chip topped variety with a heap of whipped cream on top. Yeah, it was a hit. Pumpkin bread is still quite a bit better, but this was just fine. There’s no way I’m going to finish the loaf, though. I hear there’s a banana bread pudding recipe. Hmmm.. might just try it.
See you Saturday for National Tortilla Chip Day!