When I taught creative writing at UC Santa Cruz, I used to
start the semester with a free-write on oatmeal: 15 minutes of pen-to-paper
disgorging about comfort and obligation, about the scrubbing of burnt pot
bottoms and the brown-sugar smell of home. And I'm thinking that when I teach
again, I'm going to do the same exercise, but with bananas.
Find me someone who doesn't have an opinion about them.
Really. Birdy bites into a banana with the kind of urgency usually reserved for
quenching a long thirst--and I cannot relate at all. Mine is not a revulsion as
powerful as our friend Megan's, for whom the specific sight of teeth marks in a
banana can send her screaming from the room (this is the same person who gags
if she touches a piece of velvet). And yet I can be peeling a banana for Birdy,
and when those weird strings get on my fingers, and I try to shake them into
the sink and they whip around like alien tentacles, grabbing at my hand and
wrist, really I could barf. Or that creepy point that pulls off the top? With
the grey thing in it? *Shudder.* I can happily eat a banana only if it is
almost green, utterly firm and tangy without the slightest hint of bruised
ripeness--especially if it's sliced in a bowl with sour cream and maybe a teeny
sprinkle of brown sugar. ("Bananas and smetana" Michael's Grandma
Sylvia called that particular dish. *Shudder.*) Which is more often than Ben
can stand to eat a banana. Which is never.
And yet Ben and I feel completely different about banana
bread. The first summer I lived away from home, for example, I baked banana
bread almost every day. I was sharing a tiny apartment with a boyfriend and a
friend, and our only baking pan was an old Danish butter-cookie tin and our
only cookbooks were Moosewood and The Enchanted Broccoli Forest. Have you ever
made that Moosewood banana bread? Oh I loved it. It has tons of butter and tons
of unusual flavors: nutmeg and coffee and poppy seeds that you use to coat the
buttered tin. The boyfriend probably found it flawed in some or other way ("Is
it always so nutmeggy?") but my friend loved it as much as I did. (Then
again, this is the same friend who once said admiringly, with her mouth full,
"Oh my god, you made this?"
And I had to say, "The rice? I did.")
Now, however, Michael is the banana-bread maker in our
household, because he is in charge of the bananas. "Are you going to deal
with your bananas?" I always say, when their brownness threatens to
contaminate everything in the kitchen--and especially the bread--with
rotten-banana flavor, and he says, with his perennial good nature, "I
am." And so he makes muffins. His recipe is based on one in the Cooks'
Illustrated Best Recipe cookbook, and it's excellent: moist and flavorful,
crisp-edged but tender, and with just he right balance of banana flavor and a
wholesome graininess.
Plus, Birdy loves to mash bananas--a great job for a kid
with a potato masher. Oh, but if I were doing that writing exercise right now?
I wouldn't write about her mashing bananas like the competent, helpful
six-year-old that she is. I wouldn't even write about her first birthday, and
the banana cake my mom made her, the one that had the strangest texture--like
concrete stirred into pudding and baked. Instead I would write about Birdy as a
baby, opening her baby-bird mouth to receive spoonfuls of mashed banana. Every
time I spackled some in, she would smile her banana smile and clap her banana
hands, her brown eyes sparkling. Then, when she was all done, she would lean up
out of her highchair to plant a big sticky banana-scented kiss on my grateful
cheek. Oh, bananas! I love you. I do.
Banana Muffins
Makes 2 dozen
Active time: 25 minutes; total time:
Like all muffins, these are best the first day--but they're
pretty good the second day too, which is lucky, since this recipe makes lots.
The kids bring them to school for snack.
1 1/3 cups white flour
2/3 cup whole wheat or spelt flour
2 tablespoons wheat germ
3/4 cup sugar
3/4 teaspoon baking soda
scant teaspoon kosher salt (or half as much table salt)
3-4 very ripe bananas, mashed (about 1 1/2 cups)
1/3 cup yogurt (we use Stonyfield Farms Banilla, but any
fruit flavor is good, as is vanilla)
2 large eggs, beaten lightly
6 tablespoons butter, melted and cooled
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
1 cup pecans, chopped coarse (Michael swears that toasting
them isn't worth the bother, but I am secretly disagreeing here: toast them on
a baking sheet at 350 until fragrant, 5-7 minutes)
Heat the oven to 350 and grease and flour two regular-sized
muffin tins.
In a large bowl, whisk together the flours, wheat germ,
sugar, baking soda, and salt.
In another bowl, mix together the mashed bananas, yogurt,
eggs, butter, and vanilla. Now use a rubber spatula to scrape this mixture into
the dry ingredients, and fold it together, along with the pecans, swiftly but
well, just until the dry ingredients have disappeared.
Now fill your muffin tins about 2/3 full: Michael uses his
patented "scoop and bloop" method, that involves scooping up some
batter on the rubber spatula and scraping it against the muffin tin to fill it.
Bake the muffins for 20-25 minutes until they are golden brown and just firm to
the touch--or until a toothpick comes out clean. (You don't want to overbake
them, obviously, but I want to say that anyway.) Cool in the pan for a minute
before you tip them out and finish cooling them on a wire rack.
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