Making banana bread is a long-standing tradition in my family. In fact, I blame my terrible mix-ups between baking powder and baking soda on our banana bread recipe because the recipe only calls for baking soda, and I always forgot that baking powder even existed.
I decided to make good use of our over-ripe bananas this afternoon and bake some banana bread. Andy is a bit restless over not being able to go outside when it's so hot, so I decided to let him "help" me. That was an . . . . "interesting" idea, let's just say.
He stood up on the stool and helped me put the butter in the bowl. That was fine. I put in the applesauce and let him try a bite of the leftovers in the little cup. Bad idea. He went to town on the applesauce and forgot about everything else except how to stuff his little face with applesauce with a tablespoon he was holding. Applesauce got everywhere.
Then, he went for the eggs - thank goodness I caught that before disaster decended. He helped pour the sugar in; no problems there. In between trying to keep Andy from breaking his leg or digging his little hands into the bowl or spreading applesauce all over the rest of his body (his shirt was already covered), I pour another cup of what was supposed to be flour. I realized at the last moment that it wasn't flour but yet another cup of sugar. We got that corrected and mixed it all up in the bowl.
I was about to pour the batter into the pans when I realized that I had fogotten the bananas! So, back to the mixer, and Andy helped me put in the bananas. Of course, he took a bite out of one, so we had to take that part off and just let him have it. We mixed everything up again and poured the batter into the pans. Just as I put them in the oven, I realized that I had fogotten the pecans. Oh, well.
I have made this recipe about a million times since I was 3 years old. I was probably making this recipe on my own by age 5. This goes down as the craziest banana bread making experience yet! But at least we had a really good time.