There’s a large bush on our walk to the bus stop that keeps encroaching further and further onto the sidewalk. Normally this isn’t the kind of thing I would comment on as, not being the type to trim my own bushes, who am I to judge. Except this particular bush always has multiple bees busily buzzing in and out, leading me to believe there’s a large and active hive happening in there (probably why they ain’t touchin’ that bush with a 10-foot hedge trimmer).
I don’t like bees, and have yet to determine if two of my kids are allergic, so I’ve been giving this bush a reasonably wide berth on our walks, especially when pushing my double-wide stroller. It must have been bothering me more than I realized, because the other night I had a dream that was SO REAL. I was in the house puttering in the kitchen while the kids were outside biking. Suddenly there were blood-curdling screams from down the street and I immediately knew, “Gemma fell into that bush on her bike“. Sure enough, she had, and was too panicked to run or roll away, but just stayed there screaming, getting stung over and over and over again. I couldn’t do anything, and when she finally got out I had no antihistamine to give her to help with the reaction to all the stings, and thankfully I woke up before her airways completely closed.
The next day I went to the store and bought Benadryl to make myself feel better. As my kids multiply, it becomes increasingly likely that someone will get stung, roll in poison ivy, eat a strange mushroom, be allergic to peanuts, or otherwise run into trouble with nature. I want to at least feel a little prepared.
Then came evening, and Gemma decided we should all make up a story, as we do from time to time. Well, stumped on my turn, I turned to my recent dream for story fodder.
Anyone with a six-year-old and four-year-old with vivid imaginations knows exactly how good of an idea THAT was. Now EVERYONE gives that bush a wide berth, and Gemma won’t even bike on the sidewalk beside it anymore, but has to check for cars and take the road instead. This is after a sleepless night and ongoing difficulty falling asleep, followed by her own dream that mirrored mine once she finally DID fall asleep.
Well done, me.
Parenting. It’s not my forte, let me tell you.
Banana muffins, though? I got that.
These are still the best ever in the banana muffin field, but if you want something healthier and without that one extra streusel step, these banana bran beauties are your friend. We all really, really like ’em.
- 1¼ cups all purpose flour
- 1 cup oat bran or wheat bran
- ½ cup sugar
- 1 teaspoon baking powder
- 1 teaspoon baking soda
- Pinch of salt
- ¾ cup milk
- ¼ cup olive oil
- 1 large egg
- 1 teaspoon vanilla
- 1 large or 2 small ripe bananas, mashed (about 1 cup)
- Preheat oven to 375 degrees Fahrenheit and line a 12-cup muffin pan with papers.
- In large bowl, whisk together flour, oat bran, sugar, baking powder, baking soda and salt.
- In medium bowl, whisk together milk, oil, egg, vanilla, and mashed banana.
- Add wet ingredients to flour mixture and stir until well combined.
- Divide over 12 muffins and bake for 17-18 minutes, until a tester comes out clean and tops are golden. Remove from pan to cool on rack.
- Store in an airtight container at room temperature for 3 days, or freeze for longer storage.
*Adapted from The Lovin Forkful.