I happened upon this accidentally when I saw some bananas sitting in the compost that were spotted still but not black.
2-3 bananas that are ripe as hell
3 eggs (fresh as hell, an option but a good one. If you get it warm from the hen house even better)
a stick of butter (no margarine substitute, man!)
1 cup and a half of bisquick
1 cup of sugar or quality maple syrup
preheat your oven to about 325 degrees (I used a wood stove and the heat fluctuates a little, but no big deal)
you put all those in a big mixing bowl, but only 3/4 of the stick of butter. with the other 1/4 stick you grease up a bread pan (I use a sturdy cast iron one)
gnash up the ingredients in the bowl with a mixing spoon leaving some lumps of banana and some lumps of butter
pour that glop into your pan and stick it in the oven
bake for an hour
turn the oven off or if you are using a wood stove stop stoking it & let the bread sit in the oven for another 1/2 hour & then let it cool for a half hour before digging in
goes well with black beer and perhaps some more butter
get fat get drunk get happy!
Monday, December 17, 2007
when I think of two lovers, but like twin souls, committing suicide, and in "A Star Is Born" (the original) fashion, it brings me to that old notion about society suiciding people. Artaud wrote about it in terms of Van Gogh & I'm sure everybody thinks this is some brand of silliness, but I do believe it happens. These powers that be are fierce as anything we might really pin down as reality & the closer you get to the source the closer you are to its danger. By the source, I mean that place where instinct science and art merge. There are so many things at play when you draw near to the truth & people might grow paranoid, but I happen to believe paranoia unravels into truth at times, and sometimes at the end of the rope. If you come close you are often pressed to be an outsider & if you are on the inside you have to hide. I don't know if she was paranoid but her blog is worth a look.