When Hubs and I had our very romantic clean-out-the-fridge-and-freezer date before putting our house on the market, he came across something I had been hiding from him for a long time. I had, literally, a very dark secret.
Look what he found:
Sheepishly, I had to confess to him my grand plans of opening a family operated Frozen Banana Stand this summer. Now wouldn’t that be the perfect treat!? But, without mercy or hesitation, he squashed those dreams right there on the spot (claiming unoriginality). And, since our freezer is the size of my pressed powder case, these frosty smiles were taking up very precious real estate. They, for real, have to go.
So, I’ll be busy making weekly batches of banana bread and pawning the loaves off on nice friends and neighbors until this blackened fruit mountain flattens out. Pretend that I’m just being thoughtful when the time comes to accept your carb stipend because that’s the gracious thing to do.