peanut buttery bananas.

banana bread is good.
mostly because of the bananas.
but also,
because of the bread.
there is so much moistness in it,
and so much vegan faux-dairy, too,
that it almost seems like it's not capable of taking itself very seriously.
mushy 'nanas, and yogurt and sour cream and butt',
all smashed together to make a powerfully built batter.
...and that's just a small part of what's up.
huh?
oh,
i'm serious.
i'm taking banana bread to eleven,
with the awesome addityion of yet another 'nother butter that has no butter in it.
yuuup.
peanut butter is in F*ing full-effect up in here, neighbors,
and it's inside the mixed-up mash that makes the bread bake best.
check the teleport:

mmmmhmmmmm.
peanut buttery crumbly fresh-baked baby sized loaves.
i just think that the little minis are so kyooooooot!
plu,
it sounds better later, talking about how much you consumed in one shot.
think about it-
'i ate three slices'??
that sh!t is weak.
now try THIS-
'i ate three loaves'?!
that just feels F*ing tough.
i love treats.
like,
i LOOOOOVE treats.
i can't even help it, kids.
sometimes,
i get excited and i wanna squish 'em all between my fingers.
that'd ruin it for everybody else, though-
and honestly,
i had a better idea than crushing cake under my thumbs......
go on, look at 'em again.
yeah.
you got it.
peanut buttery cream chee' frosting filling is layered in the middles of them.
so expert.
obviously.
i couldn't let them alone.
and just having one extra part to their production wasn't nearly enough activation.
we all know better than to leave it alone once the product is better-than-average.
good enough is not enough, and this was no exception.
a smooth squeeze of pieces-type p.b. goobieblops,
in the style pioneered by reese, tho?
that's the little somethin' that did it to it like it's s'posed to be done.
i doo-doo that upgrade-type sh!t.
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thursday in two ports.
that's what happened.
portsmouth first, to pick up my daughters,
get some specific ingredients,
acquire craft supplies,
and generally represent woodsly goodsly warrior poetry along the sour seacoast.
we did that.
and when we were finished with southern new hampshire?
you know we weren't finished for the day.
so,
we sped north to school shop in the mutha-lickin' maine mall, ya'll.
mmhmm.
portland was destination number two.
and we did what we came to do.
namely,
eat tofu, talk sh!t about b!tches and buy shirts.
that's it;
never quiet, never soft.....