You did it again, didn’t you? You’re suddenly on a health kick and went overboard on the megamarket bananas. And your reward at the end of the week is a pile of brown sludge, oozing a thick syrup all over the kitchen counter. But hey, I feel you. I do this every week, only to notice when the stench of almost-rancid bananas assaults my nostrils the moment I step into the kitchen. At this point, I have to trash them(and hope Mr. Doyle’s racoons don’t hunt them down) OR turn them into the most epically mind-blowing banana bread anyone’s ever experienced.