domesto-rox banana bicarb blues
The mission: bake a banana loaf
Time set aside for task: make mixture before 7:30pm when Ian arrives and starts to torment me in the kitchen
Dilemma: no bicarbonate of soda!!!!
My enthusiasm at the thought of throwing together a quick banana loaf was quickly tainted by the realisation that I had failed to ensure all required ingredients were at hand. My ever-accommodating flatmate swiftly grabbed a measuring spoon and knocked on the neighbours door but, alas, it seems that they too fell a little far from the domestic tree. As a result, I was forced to dart, freshly bathed and fully clad in pj’s, with sodden hair, to the not-so-corner shop. Admittedly, my pajamas could double as beachwear, but still highly inappropriate for any London high street. So, I decided to venture to Roehampton where your attire is the least of your worries. Considering it used to be my local ‘hood’, I was surprised at how uncomfortable I felt as I hastened my steps towards the Sainsbury’s local. It’s likely I’m just overly cautious, but the place is just infested with hooded teens that look ready to grab your mobile and happy-slap you so as to meet their quota for the day.
As I scouted the aisles for bicarb, I became increasingly panicked when the baking shelves proffered every ingredient barr for the one I needed. Blast it all! Running towards the counter, I grabbed a box of light bulbs enroute just so that I didn’t leave empty-handed and totally defeated. As a final attempt at salvaging my domestic efforts, I queried the absence of bicarb with the cashier only to receive a blank look and an unconvincing smile, coupled with a slight shake of the head and a ‘Nnnoooo…’
Super! But, just as I was about to lose heart, the unacquainted assistant surprised me by suggesting that I try the Co-Op across the road.
My demeanour quickly lightened until realisation fell – I would have to cross over onto the dark side. Not once in the entire year that I lived in Roehampton did I ever cross over to ‘the other side of the Lane’. So I stood there and asked myself, ‘How far will I go for my banana loaf?’ But my culinary instincts are strong and if I had to delve into the depths of ‘the hood’ then that’s what I was going to do.
I ran, chuckling to myself about the whole ordeal as I went, bought the bicarb and crossed back onto the ‘safe’ side of the road as quickly as my one-brick-and-two-tickies-high legs would carry me.
After fetching my post from my old flat (I was now well in the area), I jumped back on to the bus and headed home ready to face the challenge of baking once again, this time fully armed with all necessary elements and a new-found determination that nothing was going to stop me from producing the best darn banana bread anyone had ever tasted. Okay, I’d settle for the best that anyone in my house had ever tasted, but it was going to be good!
Two hours later, Nicci, Craig, Ian and I enjoyed buttery slices of warm banana bread in the kitchen and I sat thinking that life is never going to be boring. If it were, I’d go bananas.
Time set aside for task: make mixture before 7:30pm when Ian arrives and starts to torment me in the kitchen
Dilemma: no bicarbonate of soda!!!!
My enthusiasm at the thought of throwing together a quick banana loaf was quickly tainted by the realisation that I had failed to ensure all required ingredients were at hand. My ever-accommodating flatmate swiftly grabbed a measuring spoon and knocked on the neighbours door but, alas, it seems that they too fell a little far from the domestic tree. As a result, I was forced to dart, freshly bathed and fully clad in pj’s, with sodden hair, to the not-so-corner shop. Admittedly, my pajamas could double as beachwear, but still highly inappropriate for any London high street. So, I decided to venture to Roehampton where your attire is the least of your worries. Considering it used to be my local ‘hood’, I was surprised at how uncomfortable I felt as I hastened my steps towards the Sainsbury’s local. It’s likely I’m just overly cautious, but the place is just infested with hooded teens that look ready to grab your mobile and happy-slap you so as to meet their quota for the day.
As I scouted the aisles for bicarb, I became increasingly panicked when the baking shelves proffered every ingredient barr for the one I needed. Blast it all! Running towards the counter, I grabbed a box of light bulbs enroute just so that I didn’t leave empty-handed and totally defeated. As a final attempt at salvaging my domestic efforts, I queried the absence of bicarb with the cashier only to receive a blank look and an unconvincing smile, coupled with a slight shake of the head and a ‘Nnnoooo…’
Super! But, just as I was about to lose heart, the unacquainted assistant surprised me by suggesting that I try the Co-Op across the road.
My demeanour quickly lightened until realisation fell – I would have to cross over onto the dark side. Not once in the entire year that I lived in Roehampton did I ever cross over to ‘the other side of the Lane’. So I stood there and asked myself, ‘How far will I go for my banana loaf?’ But my culinary instincts are strong and if I had to delve into the depths of ‘the hood’ then that’s what I was going to do.
I ran, chuckling to myself about the whole ordeal as I went, bought the bicarb and crossed back onto the ‘safe’ side of the road as quickly as my one-brick-and-two-tickies-high legs would carry me.
After fetching my post from my old flat (I was now well in the area), I jumped back on to the bus and headed home ready to face the challenge of baking once again, this time fully armed with all necessary elements and a new-found determination that nothing was going to stop me from producing the best darn banana bread anyone had ever tasted. Okay, I’d settle for the best that anyone in my house had ever tasted, but it was going to be good!
Two hours later, Nicci, Craig, Ian and I enjoyed buttery slices of warm banana bread in the kitchen and I sat thinking that life is never going to be boring. If it were, I’d go bananas.
posted by foxy_roxtar at 10:26 AM
2 Comments:
too late, you're already bananas....;-)
oi!
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