I know I'm leaving my apartment in two days (Burglars, beware: I'm alarm-protected.) I couldn't possibly eat carbs for every meal (Yeah right, I totally could.) I know I can't stomach all of it myself, (but that's what friends are for, right)?
Despite all rhyme or reason, I felt the urge to bake today. So bake I did. Trader Joe's Banana Bread Mix, specifically:
A birthday gift from my parents from up above the Mason-Dixon line, New Jersey. I will be heading there myself (New Jersey and Trader Joe's) after HLS/Chicago to visit the fam. And maybe Franklin Lakes. Already Google-mapped it and it's only 28 minutes away from my Grandma's.
Back to business- the banana bread. Being the broke-as-a-joke college student I am, I don't have a proper bread-making pan (You know, the baby rectangle shaped kind?), so I put the mix into a cake pan, natch.
Pan shapes did not alter the deliciousness of this banana bread, nor the delightful smell that wafted through my apartment during the baking process.
Peeking, five minutes early: