16 Oct 2008

The other weekend in London, Liz and I, amongst other things, like playing Russian roulette with chilli vodka shots, wandering round markets, crossing the meridian line and back again, attempted to bake.

We tried to make this banana bread.

I say tried, but we more or less excelled at making it. We were just let down by the topping which turned to a treacle like glue on the top.


I am pretty convinced it was nothing to do with us, and a lot to do with the oven and the fact we couldn’t place the shelf low enough. And maybe the fact we had no cinnamon. But I have my doubts as to whether cinnamon would have stopped the sugar from solidifying. I am not sure what the properties on cinnamon are, other then taking really good on churros and apples.

But once the sugar concrete had been prised from it, it tasted amazing. So, with this in mind, I am off to the supermarket this evening to buy some bananas {I reckon if I leave them at the bottom of my work bag for a few days they’ll be suitable beaten up and mash-able} and some honey and some parchment paper to line the new bread tin my mum bought last week {trust me, if it does what it did last time, I’m better off taking the parchment paper route, her wrath isn’t worth not using it!}

I will try and photograph the results, but me, a load of gooey mixture and the camera all in one room might be a bad combination. Maybe whilst I am eating it?

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