Going bananas for bananas

I'm not a big fan of bananas. I get really happy when there are bananas in the house, but mostly because Tortilla the Emo Turtle likes bananas and it means he might eat something and fill his little tummy. Lately I've been thinking of banana bread, though. And lately I've been feeling really happy when I see ripe, squishy bananas, and thoughts of hoarding them in the fridge have crossed my mind quite a number of times. Last month, the right moment came (ripe bananas + free time + opportune moment to use the oven) to bake some banana bread. I found a good recipe and tweaked it some.

You've to make sure you've got all your ingredients ready. You don't wanna be drooling over thoughts of banana bread only to realize you've run out of flour, or don't have enough bananas to push the banana factor to the max. You can rummage around and use a recipe you like, but most recipes will have the following: bananas (duh), flour, eggs, sugar, baking powder, salt, and oil. Spices optional.

Beat your eggs. I like mine with plenty of bubbles. Not sure if that helps the bread, but I think it makes for a prettier picture. And you can work those arm muscles (optional).

Mash your potatoes bananas. Some recipes tell you what the texture and consistency of the bananas should be, and even discuss techniques of mashing, or even if mashing is the way to go. I don't care. A squished-up banana is a squished-up banana.

Mix all the ingredients together. If you're like me, you end up with more banana bread mixture on your shirt than in the bowl. Tastes good, eitherways.

Pour or ladle or throw mixture into a bread tin and put in oven to bake. I had to constantly check on my banana bread to make sure it didn't burn, and really I guess it depends on what temperature you set it to.

Be patient. Don't rush the process. And don't burn your fingers and tongue by grabbing and munching on fresh-out-of-the-oven banana bread, no matter how pretty and yummy and warm and toasty it looks. Because fresh-out-of-the-oven banana bread is really pretty and yummy and warm and toasty.

And the aroma that wafts up and tickles your nose when you slice that first slice of crusty banana bread. And that first taste of crumbly banana-ey goodness, with just the perfect amount of sweetness to whet your appetite for more.

And maybe then you'll understand why you feel that sudden urge to hoard bananas in the fridge.

Out of space

As of this instant, there is only 678 MB of storage space on my lappie. 678 MB, out of a total 283 GB. Why?

This is why:

I take pictures. Multiple pictures of the same thing, just at a slightly different angle. This is what it looks like, where all that space goes.

I need to stop taking clone shots. That, or I just need more space.

Fish fodder

How did the weather get this hot and humid? I understand we're right smack on the equatorial line, and our choice of temperature is always going to be between hot and not-as-hot, but really, was it always this sweaty and sweltering?

You can't hide from the heat. Even when you stay indoors, under the air-conditioning, with the lights off, and with a cool drink beside you. Think cool thoughts, think cool thoughts. Does not work. The heat will get you. I can't sleep. I miss the cold. I miss sweatshirt weather. My sweatshirt, the gray one, the one that's been with me for ages - it's shoved, all squidged up amongst the pillows, looking lonely for lack of use.

I miss the cold.

P.S. This is a shot taken at a fish spa last week, with my mobile phone. I'm running out of storage space, only 1.56 GB left on my laptop, both portable drives flat out of space. End of P.S.

P.P.S. Please excuse the rambling. No continuity of ideas. Not organized. I know. Brain fried. Too hot. End of P.P.S.