I see spots

Did you know immediately what this abstract was of when you pulled up this post? Nature's art is happening right here in my kitchen--brush marks that start off slow and then suddenly spread before your eyes. The process always makes me a bit nervous. It means "they" are now beyond eating. Something has to be done or this new modern art is going to be wasted. So I pulled myself out of bed a few minutes early, stumbled down to the kitchen and started work on the transformation.

If you haven't guessed by now I'm talking about bananas. Apparently no one in the family has been in the mood to eat them this past week. This means it's time to make banana bread. I use Betty Crocker's recipe, but I hold the nuts to please the kids. I also stray slightly from Betty Crocker's version by adding cinnamon to the batter and sprinkling some extra on top.

Here it is. Piping hot and fresh out of the oven. And now I hear little feet waking up. Obviously they're excited about breakfast because they know that cereal doesn't smell this good. Happy Monday. May all your spotted bananas end up in a better place.

(EXTRA) CREDIT: My Dad made that wooden two-tone cutting board. He is so talented.