I tend to stock-pile bananas. Every weekend, without fail, I buy enough bananas to get me through the work-week. Unfortunately, I tend to overindulge my banana enthusiasm. And before I know it, I’ve tossed another two overripe bananas into the freezer – with the idea that some day soon they would find themselves in banana bread.
“Soon” soon took on new meaning.
Last week I opened my freezer to a veritable army of frozen bananas, their ranks having swelled over the …