We had two over-ripe bananas but I didn't wish to throw them away so instead I decided to make a banana loaf. It was the first one I had ever made.
Eschewing all recipes, I was determined to bake instinctively. I poured a couple of handfuls of self-raising flour into a bowl. Then I broke in two eggs and added the soft bananas. Next I threw in about twenty sultanas and some crushed walnuts. A little caster sugar followed along with some demerara sugar and a dollop of maple syrup.
Shirley's good at baking and I think she was appalled that this was my approach to baking a cake. She said, "Baking is a science you know!" and "Why aren't you following a recipe?".
"Because I can't be bothered. I am happier just to make it up," I grinned like the insane antithesis of Paul Hollywood - he of "Great British Bake Off" fame.
I whipped my mixture with a fork until it was nice and creamy with no dry flour to be seen and then at the last minute I decided to chuck in some small chunks of butter.
The mixture was poured into a lined medium-sized loaf tin and I stuck it in the oven for forty five minutes or so. The kitchen was soon filled with the pleasant aroma of baking bananas and of course when the oven door was finally opened my banana loaf was a wonderful sight to behold.
It was light and airy and it tastes even better. Not too sweet and not too rich. Just right. Easy peasy! Eat your heart out Hollywood!