Surprisingly, this blog’s inbox will sometime get an email that isn’t trying to sell me Viagra:
“Dear Sis Boom blog,
I think you “get me”. I am addicted to banana. Unfortunately, when I go shopping my eyes are bigger than my mouth. I tend to over-buy and so by the end of the week I must race to consume them all. There must be more to do with ripe bananas than make banana bread, isn’t there? Sometimes I think that if bake any more banana bread for my girls, I will get violent.
Another thing, I believe in eating locally and reducing my carbon footprint whenever possible. You seem to have a lot of opinions, what do you think of this? All this social responsibility makes me want to drink…sigh.
Possibly Postal in PA
(P.S. I love my bourbon, but I have been drinking a ton more of it since your Horse’s Neck Cocktail went viral. It is oddly gratifying to blame it on you!)
Well Postal, you are in luck because I’ve got something for you that is right up your alley. But first let me say that violence never solved anything except my early struggle to be left alone in high school. But I digress…
To be blunt, as far as dining trends go I find the whole “eating local” or “farm to table” movement a bit annoying . At least with the “put bacon on and in everything you can” movement you ended up with genuinely enjoyable food that didn’t cost a fortune. I know it’s a splendid idea to support local farmers and growers and all that stuff when you can, but are you honestly willing to strictly limit your diet to what comes to you in a CSA basket? You will be sacrificing enough cash and variety to accomplish this movement’s lofty goals when you go out to dinner — are you just as willing to martyr your wallet and menu selections at home too?
For my part, the day I realized that I lived 2000 miles from where they make good bourbon was also the day I realized how much I disliked “eating local”. Now that I think of it, do farm-to-table restaurants even have a bar? Who would drink tequila made in Montgomery County or house gin made ‘out back’ in Allentown?
There is a lot here to work out if you ask me. Not enough of us live close to where bacon is made.
And you, dear Postal, help me prove my point.
Your addiction is to the most environmentally incorrect food there is, the banana. When was the last time you saw a banana plantation in Philly? It takes an awful lot of fuel and regime support to schlep your beloved banana from Ecuador (or wherever), to your kitchen counter.
So, if you aren’t going to give up bananas the very least you can do is not let them rot and go to waste after all that they had to do to get to your kitchen counter.
If that means more banana bread for your girls PP then do it! If we all did more to not waste the food we do transport and buy we could affect greater change than if we dined out at whatever establishment is offering to baptize our guilt with a high priced, often boring meal.
Luckily you don’t have to. You do have options. If you are so tired of banana bread, chocolate banana bread, coconut banana bread, chocolate peanut butter banana bread, or chocolate bacon banana bread you can always make ice cream with your tropical fruits.
Which brings us to this Roasted Banana Bourbon Ice Cream.
Signed, Sis. Boom.
The recipe is adapted from David Lebovitz who is my go-to guy for frozen inspirations. The added booze was my idea, but something tells me David would approve. If he doesn’t, I would be happy to buy him a bourbon and discuss it with him further.