I baked banana bread yesterday.
When it was time to add the eggs, I realized I didn't have any. It was too late to turn back. Babies were sleeping so we couldn't make a quick run, and I didn't feel like bothering any neighbors.
What to do...what to do?
I love a good quandary. Especially a cooking quandary. The challenge small. The stakes low.
Sometimes I win. Sometimes I fail. This time, it wasn't quite a win, but it wasn't a fail, either.
The banana bread came out moist and cakey.
With a slight tang.
From the mayonnaise.