I have been slowly creating this recipe, changing others I found online to be more to our taste. This is a very banana-ie, moist, thick bread :)
When we ended up with 30lbs of Banana's this week I was able to perfect it. I have been doubling this recipe and doing it in a spring form pan, but any type of pan (or muffins would be fine)
1 cups all-purpose flour
1 cups whole wheat flour
1/2 cup bran flakes
2 tablespoons flax seeds
1 teaspoon baking soda
1/4 teaspoon salt
1/2 cup butter (or coconut oil)
1/2 cup sugar (Or honey or maybe none at all if the bananas are really good and ripe)
2 eggs, beaten
~8 mashed overripe bananas
nuts or raisins if you like
Preheat oven to 350 degrees F (175 degrees C). Grease a pan.
In a large bowl, sift flours, baking soda and salt. Mix in bran and flax.
In a separate bowl, cream together soft butter and sugar. Mix in eggs and mashed bananas until well blended. Stir banana mixture into flour mixture; stir just to moisten. Add nuts if you like. Pour batter into prepared pan.
Bake in preheated oven for 60 to 65 minutes, until a toothpick inserted into center of the loaf comes out clean. Let bread cool in pan for 10 minutes, then turn out onto a wire rack.
Sunday, April 24, 2011
|Saule with her homemade Easter basket. Inside she had honey, jelly, capers (which she loves), a "wishing crystal", a change purse I painted- she was thrilled and tried it all at once.|
|This is only a very small part of the huge fields near our home|
|Our Easter tree|
|A remote beach we rode our bike to.|
|Saule spent almost the entire weekend naked, but she did do this fashion show this morning. She likes to try clothes on, at least for the bike ride through the city.|
|Our art project of the day|
|Where did my body go?!|
|For some reason we are the only people who keep the windows open in our area....maybe its a Danish thing?|
|These two always like to sleep late. We bed share and I wouldn't have it any other way. I sneak out in the morning and do yoga.|
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
Monday, April 18, 2011
Saturday, April 16, 2011
this web page which led me to lots of others like it, all about how to grow spuds in a box. So we started it in our living room about 2 weeks ago, and today we were able to add the second layer.
Saule and I joined the pool as soon as we arrived here in January. She and I both needed an outlet for our energy and I had planned our pool membership befor we even made the move. I love to swim and had big plans for teaching her.
There has been one unexpected perk in our new pool experience: naked women. Yep, I said it. I really like the strict naked shower policy in Danish pools. The women walk blithely around the locker room completely nude. The 19-year old blonde woman who works at the ticket counter explained that they try hard to keep the chlorine level in the pool to a minimum by enforcing a high level of hygiene among the swimmers. Everyone scrubs head to toe with soap before donning on a clean swim suit.
This mandate appeals to me on several levels. For starters I dislike chemical exposure of most any kind including chlorine. But in our Danish neighborhood spa the scent and burn of chlorine is nonexistent. Finally, seeing all those naked women has given me a fresh understanding and new perspective about what women of different ages and shapes look like.
There are always lots of other swimmers so its a rare occasion when you don't have to wait for a turn beneath one of the 26 shower heads lining the walls of the large, ladies' shower room. Usually about a third of the women are pregnant, sporting bellies of different sizes, shapes, and colors. Not all abdomens are created the same. Some are covered in stretch marks, others have long blue or lavender veins. Eight-month popping belly buttons decorate some while others are perfectly globus and pink.
Our sister swimmers are mainly ethnic Danes or otherwise northern European, so far as I can tell. The vast numbers of Arab women who live in my neighborhood are not represented here. There are a few minority women however with beautiful chocolate, caramel, and mocha colored skin.There is also a group of disabled swimmers whose short bodies are twisted and bent like the scrub oak trees of Cape Cod. When they writhe and contort themselves to get out of their wet bathing suits they look like they are fighting a strong wind. There are women with pleasingly plump curves, unabashedly fat women, women with huge breasts the same size as the infants they hold, and women with almost no breasts at all.
One day as I nursed Saule' while sitting on a bench in the locker room (completely nude) I watched a very thin women's back as she changed her baby's diaper. I could clearly see every bone from her knees to her neck. She looked robotic in the way her muscles tightened and pulled just beneath her paper-thin, white skin. There are tiny babies and children of all ages, playful teens and very old people who pay no attention to anything but their carefully-laid next step. There are women with huge planes of body hair and others with none at all. And I can't catalogue every hair cut, shave, scar and tattoo. Nature indeed loves variety.
There are the little boys, too, who are welcome to shower with their mothers until the age of eight. Being a mother of a little girl, all those naked little boys scampering about hurriedly trying to get into the pool while pulling, stretching and contorting their penises like so many rubber snake toys was a bit of a shock for me. But a month into our swimming routine I discovered that's perfectly normal little boy behavior. Young girls who come to swim with their fathers use the mens' locker room. My husband and I compared notes and its seems it's a gender-mirrored version of the ladies' locker room.
Everyone in the ladies' locker room looks directly at and talks to everyone else as if we were all fully clothed. Co-workers and neighbors greet each other. Saule' plays in the infant-sized tubs with the shower hose while she watches the women, and they watch her. The first time we came to swim she hit the breaks at the door with an expression of “What the HECK!?” on her face. She now proudly marches in and announces “Time for everybody get naked!”.
Somewhere in her tiny mind she is developing a wrinkle that informs her of what a "normal" women's body looks like. She knows what it might look like at two years old, as a pre-teenager, when pregnant, just after giving birth, after hip surgery or a car crash, and when you're an octogenarian. She knows that her perfect little pale self falls somewhere on the spectrum of "normal," not taboo, not unusual, and not funny. Her impressions (at least for now) about body image, are being formed by real figures, not by those judged beautiful by societal norms and fashions, those often-exaggerated and even-painful types which the media hypes as most attractive and to many women are unattainable if not altogether undesirable. I am happy that Saule' has an opportunity to see what diverse, "real" non-Photoshopped bodies look like. It wasn't what I intended to teach her at the pool, but then that's been one of my biggest parenting lessons I guess; that she is always absorbing unexpected and valuable lessons, usually not the ones I had planned.
Thursday, April 14, 2011
|Easter is next week. We aren't going to have candy or an Easter bunny, or talk about religion with Saule during this time. We are however going to take the traditions we enjoy and create our own families spring celebrations.|
|This is our Golden Lion Tamarin egg.|
|Saules bird egg.|
|At center is Saule's goat-bird-lion-egg.|