We now live in a house with stairs. After about 4 days of me hiking the stairs non-stop, I’ve instituted a pile policy: things that go downstairs are placed in a pile at the top of the stairs; things that go upstairs are placed in a pile at the bottom of the stairs. Whenever someone goes up or down, they are to take a pile in the proper direction. Even the ‘Saurus has to carry his own socks.
Me: A little help with the stuff, please.
(side note, as I was writing this, I replayed it in my head in my best Godfather voice. This kinda makes me sound like I belong in a mobster movie, not carrying dirty burp rags. Somehow, that seems cooler. And more scary than trying to talk Husband into helping with the laundry.)
Husband: Nah, I’m good.
Me: Really?! The reason being…?
(At this point, it’s less Marlon Brando and more Katherine Heigl.)
Husband: I don’t get my hands full before bed.
Me: Oh don’t you now?
(enter Frances McDormand…)
Husband: Don’t want to overdo it.
And although one of us was trying to get out of chores, I had no good comeback. Therefore losing the word battle and thus, my point, and I had to carry both piles alone. Hunter House rule: lose the words, do the chores. It’s rough. Husband usually wins, not because he’s fantastically witty (he did, after all, once accidentally call himself a fruitcake), but because he makes me laugh so hard that I can’t provide a proper comeback. I mean seriously, “I don’t get my hands full before bed”? In what universe is that a thing? But he’s so convincing, I can’t help but laugh.
Me: Read what I just wrote.
Me: Because I’m writing that story about how you won’t carry stuff upstairs and it makes you sound like a total jerk. I want to make sure you’re okay with that.
Husband: [laughing] I am a total jerk. I’m okay with that. Now bake me some cookies.
And that is why I love our marriage. (I did debate telling this story because there is no good way to tell it without making Husband seem like a jerk. Which he is very much not – he just enjoys ruffling my feathers. And tricking me into doing chores.)
But speaking of overdoing it, I made banana bread. And cupcakes. And cookies. And combined them because it seemed like the right thing to do. I wanted to make a gingerbread cupcake but wanted something a little different and just happened to spy some bananas fast approaching their “I’m going to start oozing out of the peel” date. You don’t know what that is? So it’s just me who lets produce sit on their counter, forgotten, for far too long? Good to know.
But somehow, against all odds, banana gingerbread works. I topped it with a brown sugar cinnamon buttercream and a gingerbread cookie. Because it is the holiday season and I love making gingerbread cookies. (You can find my gingerbread recipe here.)
- 1/2 C butter, room temperature
- 3/4 C pure cane white sugar
- 1/3 C pure cane brown sugar
- 1 1/2 Tbsp molasses
- 3 eggs, room temperature
- 1 tsp vanilla
- 2 ripe bananas, mashed
- zest of 1/2 an orange (use the other half for your gingerbread cookies!)
- 3/4 C milk, room temperature
- 2 3/4 C flour
- 1 tsp baking soda
- 1 tsp baking powder
- 1/2 tsp nutmeg
- 2 tsp cinnamon
- 1 1/2 tsp ginger
- 1/4 tsp ground cloves
- 1/2 tsp salt
- 1/2 C butter, room temperature
- 8 oz whipped cream cheese, room temperature
- 1/3 C brown sugar
- 1 tsp cinnamon
- 1 vanilla bean
- 3 C powdered sugar
- Preheat oven to 350.
- Sift together flour, baking soda, baking powder, salt, and spices. Set aside
- Whip together butter and sugars. Stir in molasses, eggs, and vanilla.
- Add in bananas and orange zest and beat until thoroughly combined.
- Alternate adding milk and flour mixture and stir just until combined.
- Scoop batter into cupcake tin and bake at 350 for 17-20 minutes or until toothpick inserted in center comes out clean.
- Place on wire rack to cool.
- Beat butter and cream cheese together until fluffy.
- Add brown sugar, cinnamon, and vanilla bean and beat until combined.
- Gradually sift in powdered sugar until desired consistency is reached.
- Pipe onto cupcakes and enjoy!
- Don’t forget the cookies!