Hubby is home today, and nothing screams a 3-day weekend like fresh from the oven baked goods. (Other than literally screaming, “3-day weekend!” which I found doesn’t have the same effect.) He made me breakfast in bed yesterday so I felt it was my turn to whip something up.
I was saving ripe bananas to make a healthy bread, but ended up with more of a decadent dessert instead. Oh well. I have one more week of it being socially acceptable for me to wear stetchy pants, so might as well live it up, right??
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