Nothing says “your four day weekend is officially over!” like waking up at 3:30am to the sound of your cat vomiting onto your bed sheets. It got way too real way too quickly this morning.

I mean, I know that not everyday can be farmer’s markets, painting the entire living room while listening to old Beck albums, beautiful Golden Gate Bridge views, fro-yo in the sun, grilling in the afternoon, marathon-ing Netflix, too many potato chips, drinking whiskey in your underpants because it’s so dang hot and summery kind of a day. I know. I get it. Without the routine of real life those four day weekends of glorious nothingness and everything-ness would not seem special. But… I still feel waking up to the sound of your cat retching suspiciously close to your ankles is not ideal. However, when this unfortunate event does happen, I will give you a pro-tip. Sure, you might be the first person to wake up at the cat’s heaving. Maybe your husband or partner is still snoring and fast asleep next to you. You can totally nudge them until they wake up and then pretend that YOU are sleeping. They will hear the terrible noises and rush to clean things up. Not that I have ever done this (I have). That is so rude (but totally effective). Being married is awesome.

You know what else is awesome? This slightly drunken loaf of blueberry banana heaven! Did you like that flawless segue? Naturally. Okay, so I might have baked this loaf of bread while it was close to 100 degrees outside. This is because 1) I am obviously slightly insane  and 2) My husband gets really angry when I don’t use the old bananas that I let rot into mush on the counter. These bananas are laying there browning and mushing because I always claim I’m going to make banana bread. Do you guys do that too? Pete has little tolerance for it anymore. I kind of get it. We have been doing this relationship thing for ten years. Those ten years have seen lots of rotting bananas that have NOT made their way into banana breads. It pets his peeve. Is that a thing? Do I have to say pet peeve together? I don’t think I like the sound of petting someones peeve. Perhaps that is my pet peeve. Full circle.

Anyway, the morning of the extremely hot day in which this banana bread came to pass, I literally dove toward the bananas that Peter was trying to toss into the garbage. NOOOOOOOOOOO! Slow motion dive. He looked at me quizzically stating in a rather stern voice “Gina! You aren’t going to use them!” Hmm. I smell a challenge. Being one of those sassy human beings that hates being told what I may or may not do, I snatched those bananas from his doubting paws as if to say “challenge accepted.”

I will warn you now that I played this blog post a little fast and loose. There aren’t a lot of photos. I was too busy sweating and spite-baking. But, let’s do this anyway. You will like the result. You know who else liked the result? My husband. You know what is currently rotting in the corner of my kitchen right now? Two bananas. Maybe I will make banana bread again. Don’t try to throw them out.

You are going to mix together a bunch of delightful dry and wet things. Scientifically speaking, of course. This bread is grain-free and could be considered paleo. We have a almond meal and coconut flour situation going on. By the way, there is rum in there. I had to.

I really like it when berries get all melted and gooey when baking into bread and muffins. So, for good measure I threw in a few handfuls of these organic blueberries. Gosh, I love summer fruit. Mix, mix, mix. Put it into a loaf pan that you have lined with parchment paper. Ok. Bake.

This happens. Lift your loaf out of the pan and allow it to cool on the parchment paper.

Oh, hey there. Looks like you are ready to be sliced. Don’t mind if I do.

BAM! Sliced. Be sure to remind your husband that this totally came from the mushy bananas that he tried to throw out that morning. It really drives the point home.

Hope you are all recovering nicely from your holiday weekend! I’m going to go and move my sheets into the dryer and maybe run the cat through once on the delicate cycle. Not really, but dagnabbit, that animal can be really gross. Happy Monday! xo

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