I try not to bake anymore, because it's just like Field of Dreams: If I bake it, I will it eat. Ok, so that's not exactly the quote from the movie, but the prophecy gets fulfilled in much the same way. The other day however, I was forced to bake. Forced, I tell you. The bananas made me. The sneaky guys looked bright yellow and cheery, but inside they were mushy, ripe way past their prime. I refused to let them go without putting them to work so of course I did the only thing I could: I made banana bread. With chocolate in it, cause chocolate makes everything better.
The look so innocent don't they? Never trust a banana...
Make some chocolatey banana mischief yourself...
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