I am the world’s most frugal person (well, I’m pretty good about not wasting anything). So when I looked in the fridge to see three bananas all black looking and sorry for themselves, I decided that something had to be done.

I asked DM whether he’d prefer banana ice cream or banana cake. Why I’m so barmy I don’t know. Why I didn’t just chuck them on the compost bin instead of volunteering to make ice cream or cake in our war-zone of a kitchen is beyond even my understanding but there you go. He asked for banana cake, on the basis that it’s still only March, it’s still flippin cold and he wanted something appropriately seasonal!

OK I said. I went online and found a recipe online – my recipe books being somewhat difficult to locate and access at the moment. There is a bit of me that thinks if you need RECIPES then online is by far the best way to find them. However, if you want the comfort of a good book then a recipe book provides that something that a simple bit of laser printed paper cannot give – something to tuck up with on the sofa on a winter’s night!

I made it, juggling ingredients, pans and the rest of my bits and bobs on the trusty workmate worktop, and he declared it the best banana cake he’d ever eaten. Well, he did that when pressed. I pressed him to say if he liked it because I know it was something his ex used to cook that he really liked. So his declaration of mine being the best ever was:

a. knowing which side his bread is buttered
b. really the best ever
c. being kind to me because although mostly rather less fragile some things still set me off

I’m not sure which, if indeed it’s not a combination of all three.

BTW – I recognise this is a fairly naff pic but I got distracted by my friend before I’d got what I wanted and ended up having a lovely chat in the sitting room instead of worrying about lighting techniques in the studio.