Well, crud...

The Saddest Bananas in the Whole Wide World...
Originally, this was going to be my "before" shot...

I was planning on doing something all clever today - something along the lines of "When Life Hands You Some Really Skanky Looking Bananas, Make Banana Bread!" or something equally perky. But, as it turns out, sometimes life just hands you a bunch of skanky bananas, and that's all you end up with.

Let me explain....

I was inspired by Myra over at My Little Mochi - she had a very nice post about banana bread, and was kind enough to share the recipe. And it was some fine looking banana bread, too.
I also remembered that I had a freezer full of icky bananas - mainly because Schecky reminded me. He went in to get a popsicle the other day, and came out complaining that the freezer was full of "old gross dead bananas."*

So I decided to make some banana bread of my own - and it was meant to be! I actually had absolutely everything that I needed - even down to exactly one stick of butter- no less, no more! Perfect! And if I got started now, it would be done just in time for eating after dinner! Sure, I was cutting it kind of close, time-wise... but I was on a mission, darn it!

So I got out all my ingredients - and began. Cream the butter and sugar. Check. Add twice as much vanilla as the recipe calls for, because anything that is good with vanilla in it will be that much better with twice as much, right? Check. Add an egg. Check. Add the second egg - and bloody hell...

No - the gratuitous swearing is not due to all the lovely British TV I've been watching lately. That's because that's literally what came out of the second egg.

It. Was. So. Incredibly. Gross.
I'm totally still shuddering as I type this....

It's funny - I've always worried about what a "bad egg" would look like. I'm kind of freakishly squeamish about it. That's why I almost always break the eggs into a small cup one at a time before adding them to anything.
Almost always - but not tonight....because I was in a rush. So, down the DisposAll with one barely begun batch of banana bread. Down the drain with my one and only stick of butter....

I'm know that there is a moral in here about how bad things are more likely to happen when you take short cuts. On the bright side, I no longer have to be phobic about wondering what a bad egg looks like. It didn't kill me, and I suppose that I am now stronger for it.
Although, I don't think that I will ever call anyone a bad egg ever again.

At the very least, it will be a very, very, very long time before I break an egg directly into my recipe again.....

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*Why so many gross, old, dead bananas, you may ask? Well, Bubba and Schecky keep insisting that they love bananas, and they complain because I "never buy bananas." Well, I don't buy bananas unless nagged because:

1. I really, really, really hate bananas. Always have, always will. In fact, when Scheck was a toddler, and you know how toddlers love bananas, I finally learned how to be in the same room with an open banana without gagging.
I hate the smell, the texture, the taste - everything. Yet, ironically, I like fake banana flavoring - like those scary yellow popsicles that no one else likes, and banana flavored Laffy Taffy.

2. Despite what they say, they don't eat them and then they just go all ick. So I throw them in the freezer, thinking that one day I'll make banana bread with them...