The Banana Cake and Nana

And it came to pass that it was said unto Nana by daughter, “Go forth and make a banana cake”. With a number of over-ripe bananas in the fruit bowl it seemed like a good idea at the time. So, Nana duly went forth and proceeded to the kitchen to make the banana cake.

Now, considering that at the moment in this furnished accommodation, there is no modern contraption to use, i.e. an electric mixer, Nana has to make it all by hand.

Then it comes to technology. One microwave. Thank goodness for that! Well, at least it softens the butter enough to cream with the sugar, and saves a tremendous amount of hand work – and pure butter, not one of these mixed ‘blends’ with all sorts of rubbish in them. It works beautifully – just the right length of time to soften enough to add the sugar and beat to a cream – with a fork! Oh dear…

All of this hard work deserves something… Hmmmm – a coffee to accompany while mixing I think…

The rest of the process follows smoothly. Four large ripe bananas, squished. In they go. Milk and soda in next, then fold in the flour.

Coool, this is the good bit. Why? Because its nearly ready to pop into the oven. An extra couple of layers of baking paper lines the bottom of the tin – hopefully, it works. This oven tends to cook hot and burns – very good for the unwary cook, who would have no idea and think she, or he, has done something wrong.

Now for the ‘in waiting’ period. Aaaaah, another cuppa – what an excellent idea! Pity there’s no cake to go with that.

It coming…

And when it did come – out of the oven that is – I had to fight off it being eaten while still hot – with butter!

Finally, it was cool enough to add the lemon icing, and no sooner that was done, daughter was into it.

And Nana said, “I’m on strike!” … Your turn…