I wasn't planning on making strawberry bread.
My plan was to bake banana bread.
I needed three over-ripe bananas. I always buy more bananas than I think we could possibly eat, hoping that there will be three left by the time they get soft and turn so brown that no one would possibly want to eat them. Three is the magic number for banana bread.
At 7:30 a.m. there were three brown bananas. A half-hour later:
Ahem. I should have known better than to count my brown bananas before my husband packed his lunch.
I'm sure that he thought he was doing me a favor by taking a banana that he thought nobody else would want to eat, leaving better ones behind.
Yes, he left behind eight primo bananas. And so the cycle begins again--once more, I think I bought more bananas than we can eat, I hope there will be three left by the time they turn brown and mushy.
Not enough bananas. I was forced to change my plans. Fortunately, I had all the ingredients for strawberry bread on hand!
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