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In this case, I started daydreaming about the place where a simple crepe would intersect banana bread and from there, I couldn't stop. Well, I had to stop for a week because my book's first pass pages came back (guys? It looks so pretty, I can't wait to show you) and when they dragged it from my apartment (I, um, wasn't done yet), I found that my cooking mojo had left with it. If you'd like a delightful recipe for banana flatcakes (what I affectionately called the first flop), I've got one. Then, I was so low on groceries, I had only the exact number of eggs I needed for the recipe, and like something out of a bad comedy skit, I managed to smash the egg on the outside of the mixing bowl, all of my hopes of getting this recipe to you in a reasonable frame of time dribbling down the side and puddling on the counter. (If this ever happens to you, promise me you won't leave the kitchen in disgust, if only because cleaning up that egg an hour later is only going to double your grump.) Then my son demanded the last speckled banana, the one I'd been saving to try the crepes again (the nerve!), and it was a few days before the next batch were ripe enough to use.
I am, if little else, the queen of excuses right now.