I had two bananas that were destined for one of two places: the compost bin or banana bread. I decided feeding myself was a much more desirable option than feeding the microbes.
I started with this Weight Watcher recipe and substituted 1/4 cup. Splenda brown sugar for the 1/2 cup regular brown sugar called for, 3 T. applesauce for the canola oil, 2 eggs for the 1 large egg + 2 egg whites, and two bananas instead of three. You may choose to believe these changes were based on sound culinary reasons. If you are successful, you either have a very optimistic nature or you're just new around here.
Tampering notwithstanding, the bread is good.
I was worried that the oats would be too chewy in the final product, but now I realize that, of course, oatmeal cooks and therefore won't be chewy after it's spent 50 minutes in a 350 degree oven. I'm slow, but I do eventually catch on.
The oats are clearly visible in the finished product (those are oats you see, not bits of flour as I first feared), but I don't taste them at all. I don't mind oats, but I do like that this banana bread has the added fiber of oats without tasting like anything other than banana bread.**
I shall not lie. Immediately after taking that picture, I slapped some butter (albeit fake, light, only-sort-of resembles butter) on that slice and inhaled it.
I may very well do the same thing again before I go to bed... and maybe again tomorrow morning. In fact, Andrew's on the phone with someone, so maybe I should just go ahead and eat the slice I cut for him--you know, so it doesn't get... hard. Yeah, hard.
*I don't know what to make of the fact that I made a new recipe so quickly after finishing my New Year's resolution. I think I'll choose to ignore it. Probably a blip. I really expected this to turn into a full-fledged knitting blog with the occasional theological rant--you know, 'cause that would captivate a significant percentage of the human race.
**I also like typing the word "banana." Banana. Banana. Bananananana.