fruit flies are total A*holes.
they sneak in,
and eff with all your sh!t,
and fly around and generally make nuisances of themselves.
all it takes is two, and a piece of fruit,
and they are off and running,
and up and ruining,
let me just say it-
i don't like them.
i had my bananas wrapped up, to keep 'em nicey-nice,
out of sight,
they went straight out of mind,
and got overripe without my attention getting caught.
first fruit flies,
and now brown bananas???
WHY is life so hard?
i know the rules.
and when life wrecks your naners,
and there are fruity flies creepin' in the cut,
awaiting a lapse in diligence, what do we do?
we mash that fruit and bake it,
and thwart the malignant designs and desires of those drosophilidae.
check the breakfast-blocks-type teleport:
we got that oatmeal banana magic for your FACE!!!
thick old fashioned silver palate whole rolled oats are expert,
and they made these rock my socks with their taste AND texture.
what do i do for banana bread?
i do this:
350F oven preheat.
1 cup light brown sugar
1 stick butts
3-4 big ol' brown bananas
1/2 tsp salt
2 tsp vanilla (paste, if you've got it, for the little grits of goodness)
1 cup+ non dairy yogurt
1 tsp baking soda
2 tsp baking powder
2 tsp cinnamon
a pinch of nutmeg
1 1/2 cups rolled oats
2 1/4 cups flour
^^stirred up, and allowed to chill out for a second,
before being dropped into greased and floured pans, man.
i hit 'em with MORE oaten sprankles, too.
to take it to eleven.
they bake for at least 30 minutes.
and when a knife or toothpick or whatever comes out clean,
pull 'em outta that oven.
i mean, really neighbors-
y'let 'em cool a little
and the you F* 'em up with your mouth super hard.
...that's what's up.
it doesn't always HAVE to be a major production.
but it always does have to happen.
that's the thing.
it's always lame when the new hottness doesn't occur.
and anything is better than that.
i make things out of what's on hand,
sometimes because i planned it that way,
other times because i'm pushed, pressed, rushed, hurried,
harried, and beset upon by obligation.
none of that permits NOT making something.
rules is rules.
if it isn't happening,
YOU aren't happening.
making moves and making breakfast, lunch and/or dinner-
this is what my life tastes like on either end of the workday;
never quiet, never soft.....