Supper Sluts, Sourdough Banana Bread and Sugerbaker Attitude




Multiple things happened today. Brace yourselves...
1. I made Sourdough Banana Bread - I know you are sick of hearing about Hank and all that he has brought to my home but he is just the best kid in his class. It's that moment in Designing Women when Julia Sugarbaker yells to the ignorant client "...my son is getting an "A" in chemistry!" I know you want to experience it so I'll just put the clip below. 


2. It was a Supper Sluts Sunday. This month was SAGL's turn to host.  He made kabobs, a tasteful orzo salad and chased it down with Grandma's Hawaiian Punch Punch. By the way Hawaiian Punch no longer comes in those cool extra large metal cans. They come in the End Of The World sized plastic tubs. I swear it taste different.  Grandma's Hawaiian Punch Punch was missing some punch. It was sans go go juice but still tasty with the ginger ale added. Almost the the whole gang was here. Irish Car Bomb is three days overdue on pooping out her second leprechaun so she was excused. 
However...
This edition of Sluts was made extra special by the guest appearance of our favorite New Englander and social media slut, SMS (see she was meant to be in our group - just this once though - until the blood tests come back). 
Whats does "SMS" stand for you ask?
Well SMS throws down words like "code" and "platform" and knows way more about computers and technology than I will ever know. So she is known as SMS - Short Message Service. I know you don't buy that. It stands for Social Media Slut. That gurl is everywhere. Twatting, bouncing that Four Square ball, Intagramin' and she probably even has the audacity to still use the United States Postal Service just to be ironic. 
SMS did not let us down on the conversation front. She is presently brewing her first born, Baby Girl (I hope that is the name they stick with, it's so unique). SMS was kind enough to point out that Baby Girl is at a point where she has all of her reproductive needs formed (her baby baby makin' eggs). Which means that SMS is carrying not only her Baby Girl but also the eggs that will one day be her grandchildren. I spat up some Grandma's Hawaiian Punch Punch at that point. Supper Sluts was officially at maximum capacity at that point.  One too many uteri at the table.  
Here is the recipe for the Sourdough Banana Bread. It comes from some hippy cookbook from 1972 in an alternate universe where they don't have spices to add to bread. I foolishly followed the recipe and produced just everyday banana bread. Those that sampled it were kind enough to not say anything but I could read between the "this is good banana bread". They were really saying "this needs Chinese Five Spice". So if you make this bread (which did bake up beautifully BTW) add some spices to make it your own. Add nuts at your own risk though. You know how I feel about nuts. They have a place in the home and the kitchen is not the room I want them in.  
From Don and Myrtle Holm's Sourdough Cookbook in 1972.
1/3 cup shortening
1 cup sugar
1 egg
2 cups all-purpose flour
1 tsp baking powder
1/2 tsp baking soda
1 tsp salt
1 cup mashed banana
1 cup sourdough starter
3/4 cup chopped walnuts
1 tsp vanilla or 1 tsp grated orange rind

Cream together the shortening and sugar, add egg, and mix until blended. Stir in bananas and sourdough starter. Add orange rind or vanilla. Sift flour, measure again with salt, baking powder, and soda. Add flour mixture and walnuts to the first mixture, stirring just until blended. Pour into greased 9x5" loaf pan. Bake at 350 for 1 hour or until toothpick comes out clean. Cool before slicing.
Love you always Sluts...until next week.