It is 2 in the afternoon. A walk to the park in freezing polar wind resulted in increased snottiness and wails of "My feeeeeet!" from daughter, who is genetically designed to live in San Tropez, not the Fens, where there is no tree windbreak effect. Lunch was wrong, just wrong, the quiche being one with "bits in". The "bits" were lovely last week, but this week they are disgusting. Shrek is now rubbish, apart from that bit where he farts. The hobby horse has been converted into a weapon. Whatever one has, the other must have, or die in the attempt. It goes like this:
"I love my Princess Joanna, she is better than YOUR stupid army man"
"No, she is not. I love my army man, he is cool, look, he can jump"
"I want the army man"
"No. Give me Princess Joanna"
"No." (picks up weapon, which is, nearest to hand, a small Roary the Racing Car).
"But I want her." (edges to sofa, reaches underneath for debris he knows to be there, it's probably sharp and unhygienic, result!)
By 3pm, I am exhausted from shouting and referee work. The Scottish refs have it easy. Rather death threats from Celtic fans than being shut in this house for much longer. The only way out, the only way to bring peace, is to bake.
For some reason, even the most aggressive fight will cease when I shout I am baking. I have rules: you must share, you must not throw, and you must wash your hands, as a token gesture, even though I know you will pick your nose halfway through and eat raw egg. The prospect of licking the bowl out and eating cake often forces them to work together in some sort of entente, like France and England, being nice to eat other whilst quickly trying to eat as much of the cake mix as they can on the quiet. My own personal rule is that whatever cake we make must be prepared on the wet/dry basis, where you have one bowl of dry, one bowl of wet, then slap it all together.
These cakey muffiny things are quite the easiest and tastiest, and it matters not one jot of they turn out somewhat dense, as the banana provides an excuse for this.
You will need:
Dry bowl: 250 g Self-raising
1 tsp baking powder
115 g caster sugar (or brown if you like things heavier).
Sift all this.
75g melted butter
2 eggs, beaten
125 ml milk
3 small or 2 medium black and squishy bananas, squished.
Mix! Bake at Gas 5 for 25 minutes. You can muffin or fairy cake them, makes no odds.
Eat them watching the fart bit in Shrek.