an old recipe...or...what separates 'a good mum' from the garbage

Three bananas have sat in our fruit basket for a couple weeks now...

Our daughter brought them so they wouldn't go bad at her place when she came home for the birthday/good-bye weekend.

Meanwhile they have sat here {ripening} for two weeks now.

A sign of my compulsive addiction to this little corner of my little upstairs room.

I haven't done the cleaning I've said I was going to do... I haven't wiped all the kitchen cabinets... or swept up all the little leaves that get tracked onto the kitchen floor...

But this morning I finally pull those three bananas out of the basket... and instead of tossing them into the garbage... I make them into bread for our youngest who loves my banana bread!

And the next thing I hear from my hubby, who doesn't like bananas at all, is  "you're such a good mom"?!?

All it took was this age old recipe and this age old pan... and a moment of doing.

It not only transfromed me from the computer recluse that I've become into a good mom, but also made this grey, rainy Halloween day into something warm and comfy!

Both this recipe and the pan I always make the bread in are my best friend from art school's. She was my first roommate and my maid of honor when I married. This little baking pan used to be our ice cube tray...