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I grew up in a household where dinner often came out of a box or bag. I loved Hamburger Helper and Shake n’ Bake with Ranch Style Beans. Those were pretty good, except when there wasn’t enough stroganoff to go around or the bottom of the pork chops were soggy from the breading. I was a picky, bottomless pit, and I still am.

So, we usually threw away our bananas when they got yucky. I was the only one that actually ate them, so if I didn’t finish them quick enough, they were wasted. Fast forward a few years, and that’s still been my general policy. I try to calculate how much my husband and I will eat per week in an effort not to over buy, but it seems that, inevitably, bananas will end up in the trash.

That is, until my husband discovered making banana bread. He’s a cooking fool, so he makes his own pizza (the dough, too), and all sorts of other homemade happiness. A couple of weeks ago, we had 4 rotting bananas, and he turned them into banana bread. It was so good!

Related to this new-found wonder, I found out another way about banana bread. At work, one of my responsibilities is to throw out old food in our refrigerator once a week. There were a couple halves of banana in a plastic bag, rotting away, cold and alone. I thought that was the most disgusting thing in the world and chunked it. I mean, who puts bananas in the refrigerator? Then my boss wasn’t happy with me when I told her, like I was supposed to know that rotting bananas are worth somethng, like this is common sense in the world of those who cook and those that don’t.

Now, I know, and I will now respect rotting bananas more, as long as there is someone in the immediate vicinity who likes to bake. If not, they’re getting chunked.

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