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| Kick up your gluten-free banana cake with blueberries. |
My partner in culinary crime- the infamous and ever-up-for-baking husband Steve- informed me our bananas were mucho ripe. In fact, to be completely accurate, he poked his head into my cozy little studio the other day and declared, Our bananas are ripe. I should bake something.
I looked up from my iMac
and murmured Hmmm, in assent.
and murmured Hmmm, in assent. But what, exactly?
Ripe bananas were calling. Begging to be a part of some grander life affirming tastebud tingling scheme. But do readers really need another banana cake recipe? I pondered, slurping cold coffee with vanilla hemp milk
. Which reminds me. I should share this.
. Which reminds me. I should share this.
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