Banana Streusel Cake

Banana Streusel Cake

No matter how decisive I try to be about making a certain food item, more often than not, I will have changed my mind and adapted my original idea into something that is hopefully better.

Take this Banana Streusel Cake for instance. I originally intended to make banana muffins but I felt like I had just made muffins. I didn't want to make banana bread because for blog purposes, I would've made that exact same recipe and wanted to try something different. I looked in my fridge for inspiration only to find expired milk and almost expired buttermilk. 

I had started to freeze the buttermilk into ice cubes which I later regretted because I froze too much at once. The only solution to fish semi-frozen buttermilk cubes out of an ice tray was by using a spoon to carefully coax slushy-like cubes out of their individual cubbies to get the desired 1½ cups . But, you need not know how to fish for buttermilk ice cubes to make this cake. 

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Caramel Chocolate Swirl Banana Bread

Caramel Chocolate Swirl Banana Bread

This is for my little sister, Qiao, who turns 11 tomorrow.

In the last year or so, I've been tasked with teaching Qiao how to cook and bake.  My hope is that she'll get over her pickiness and be able to appreciate a wide array of foods other than fruit, rice, pasta with orange sauce, and sweets. If anything, I hope she has fun; even if she isn't all that enthused with the end result. On my part, I need to learn how to let her do more steps on her own and assume the role of actual instructor versus exasperated older sister who takes over halfway through.

My mom likes that she doesn't have to fight with Qiao about what to eat for a few days. I'd want a break from that too as it's slightly painful to watch her eat. First, she serves herself rather reluctantly; picking through the food and holding up the line. Then, she'll sit and eat for sometimes up to an hour. Often times, it's more sitting and moving food around than actual eating. I can't imagine what being a picky eater feels like. According to my family, I'd be the last one at the table because I was still eating more food. One of our many opposing traits. 

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