My son is still insistent that I cook with him on a regular basis, honestly I don’t know why he still bothers with me. A classic case of the journey being more important than the outcome obviously. But I mean bless him I have made him cry countless times thanks to my bad baking.
This week he wanted to make a big cake, I had some bananas going brown in the fruit bowl and you know how I feel about my fruit surfeit… so Banana Bread it was!
I found a fairly easy looking recipe online, but this also used plain flour and after my hideous sunken cakes from last week I decided to add absolutely LOADS of baking powder, I mean at least three spoonfuls and then a little bit more. No, this banana baby was rising up out of that tin. (Unlike my previous attempt at a loaf, oh and this one too)
Everything was going well until I had to add some lemon juice to some milk before adding to eggs and butter. Was it meant to curdle like this?
I’m not sure.
I quickly added it to the flour mix and then the bananas. It soon soaked all that bitty liquid up no worries!
I had quite a bit of mixture left so after pouring halfway into my greased tin I decided to make some little tiny cupcakes with the rest.
I popped a glace cherry into each case, not letting my boy see me do it so it would be a little surprise for him:
The loaf cooked for an HOUR while I hopped around nervously.
Thankfully a fairly decent loaf came out of the oven and some cute little cakes too (that only took fifteen mins):
Look! It has risen, it looks almost real.
AND it came out of the tin ok, no sticking at all (but then I had used vegetable oil to grease the tin and loads of that too)
It was a little dense and not that sweet and seems to still be a bit damp (this is three days ago now).