It’s bananas!
In the comfort of my kitchen, armed with my trusty TM6, I determined to make something out of the ripe bananas that had been left for days on the kitchen counter.
As I murmured to myself, pouring over a recipe from a Facebook group, "With ripe bananas, flour, sugar, and chocolate chips at the ready, this and that—okay, I have all that," I meticulously followed the instructions, effortlessly blending the ingredients with the TM6's precise controls.
Once the batter was transferred to a greased tin, I slid it into the oven, set at 150 degrees Celsius for 45 minutes. With anticipation building, I paced back and forth, eagerly awaiting the moment of perfection.
At last, the oven chimed! It’s done! and I took it out to have a look at my piece of work.
It smelled heavenly.
It radiated warmth.
It exuded fragrant allure.
Inside, the chocolate melted and the banana caramelized.
As I awaited the moment of iftar, imagining this treat as our evening's dessert, I couldn't resist stealing a taste right after we break fast. It pleased my senses, but I sought affirmation from my husband.
"How was it?" I inquired eagerly.
"It's good, it's filling too!" came his response.
Yet, I detected a hint of uncertainty in his expression. It was good, yes, but not quite the resounding praise I had hoped for.
Sighing, I conceded, "It's bananas, I still can’t get it right…. maybe next time, eh? Try again."
Few hours later, I found the cake was left in one tenth of the actual size and thought to myself, it’s bananas! it’s bananas! it tasted good after all, then!
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