It's been a while since we've baked for ourselves, and the bananas brought by our guests are so ripe that they'll be wasted if we don't eat them, plus the little fat chicks call for chocolate cake. The super-simple step is the same, and during the baking process, the smell of rich bananas spills over into every space in the home, giving people a different sweet warmth in this cold weather. And this one, which was pretty delicious, baked seven of them while it was hot, and when we were out of the oven, the little fat chick was like, "Mom, you're gonna do me next time..." and that's the happy Sunday. A family who stays together, does what they like, shares food and pleasure, cuts into small pieces, takes a proper amount of honey or caramel, eats it with a fork, or goes straight to it
