the way to a man's heart is through his stomach

or at least that's what my mother taught me

so today, tonight i'm making banana bread. again. 

This delicious recipe. 

but our oven is a little retarded. so hopefully it turns out.
i really hope it turns out.


while i was mixing it together, i almost forgot the sugar.
i missed little hands helping me
(i had moments where i really wanted to hand a measuring cup to a small child and ask them to dump the flour in for me as i stirred. so much more work and a lot more lonely to cook by myself).
Also, i'm pretty sure I made more of a mess and took twice as long cooking by myself.

But it was fun.
And i got to lick the bowl. all by myself.

and now all i have to do is wait for 30 more mins and hope the bread turns out

*please, please, please turn out*

praying the bread turns out.  and yes, I cook with a towel over my shoulder. thanks to my dear father.