Once upon a time I worked in a natural foods store in Milwaukee, WI. I was part of the bakery team and was new in my trade...and well, I sucked. So I got stuck on banana bread every week...baking 92 loaves at a time. Unfortunately they were not vegan and alas I had to crack open dozens of eggs per the recipe. One tragic day red liquid spilled out of an egg and an affirmation of veganism flashed before my eyes. That baked good was hence forth was called "the bloody chicken bread."
Perhaps this is why I don't bring good ole banana bread into my kitchen but today we had a couple of brown naners stinkin' up the place and what's a girl to do?
Welp...bake some damn banana bread.