I baked this banana bread today after Husband and I had one of our recurring discussions about my disinclination to iron. He thinks 'the majority' of men in our position are getting their work shirts ironed for them. I call bullshit to this. Everyone should iron their own clothes. He does a better job at it than me anyway.
I think my inner 50's homemaker must have been offended by the intimation of inadequacy though so I baked banana bread. Ha. That'll teach him. It has chocolate and scotch in it. I've seen this recipe all over the webs lately but I used this one.
I ended up having a pretty bonkers housewifey day all over. In addition to keeping our Baby alive ALL DAY I made lots of puree food.
Stocked the pantry. Husband gets nervous when we don't have a lot of dry pasta in the cupboard. It's part of his apocalypse strategy.
Made a freaking meatloaf.
I know. I'm practically Betty Draper.
Without meaning to I basically dressed entirely in pyjamas, but apparently it is v.trendy.
I'm in a 30's bed jacket I've had forever, Bassike slouch pants and topshop slippers.
This is my current handbag obsession. Love.