Made the tea, now the banana bread. I hate not having this recipe laying around whenever I'm needing it, three loudly ripening bananas that would make my Grandma proud, the sweeter the better. A dazzling dark trio with no idea what's in store for it.
Mash three ripe bananas with a fork, add 6 T butter, melted and cooled, 2 eggs, lightly beaten, a quarter cup plain Greek yogurt, which you keep on hand constantly, and a whole teaspoon of vanilla to make your world right and redistribute organized chaos, and manage disorder.
You'd combine 2 cups flour, 3/4 cups sugar, 3/4 tsp soda and 1/2 tsp salt too if it meant having the best crusty, risen loaf of banana bread you ever set forth to experience while treading this planet. Grease and flour that nonstick pan like nobody's insistence. Not mine anyway.
Three hundred and fifty degrees is a blazing hot oven for fifty-five straight minutes, no need to add even a second longer, it's justice. To have that and the best brownie recipe up my sleeve, is my heart's content, my soul's refinement.
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