Easy & Healthy Banana Bread

I made banana bread this weekend to procrastinate take a break from studying for my exams and to use up some nearly-too-ripe bananas I had. 

Since I don't have a go-to recipe for banana bread, I had to look one up. It took some searching, but I finally settled on this one from Smitten Kitchen. While it called for millet (hence the title of "crackly banana bread"), that's not really something I just have on hand all the time so I omitted it (along with the cloves, since those aren't staples in my kitchen either). So the title doesn't really make sense with my version, so I'll just call this "Easy Banana Bread" because that more accurately describes it.  

Seriously, this had to be one of the easiest things I've ever made. It only requires ONE bowl for prep, which is nearly unheard of in the baking realm in which I dabble. It's always mix the wet ingredients separately from the dry ingredients then slowly add the dry to the wet until just combined (my friend Shooty [not her real name] from high school, who regularly used to make pies with crust from scratch just for the heck of it, taught me to do that). But not with this recipe! No, one large bowl will do, which translates into less dishes to have to clean up later = winning. 

First gather your ingredients and mash up those 'naners. 

Then whisk in the egg, oil, brown sugar, maple syrup, and vanilla extract. Sprinkle the baking soda, salt, cinnamon, and nutmeg and stir until just combined. Do the same with the flour after. 

Pour it into your greased/buttered loaf pan, drop it on the countertop a few times to get those air bubbles out (another tip I learned from a friend in college). 

Leave it in the oven for about an hour or so, until the toothpick comes out clean from the middle. Cool on a rack and enjoy :)

Condensed version here:

Easy Banana Bread

Adapted from Smitten Kitchen's "crackly banana bread"

3 large ripe to overripe bananas

1 large egg

1/3 cup olive oil

1/3 cup light brown sugar

1/4 cup maple syrup

1 tsp vanilla extract

1 tsp baking soda

1/4 tsp salt

1/4 tsp ground cinnamon

1/4 tsp ground nutmeg

1 1/2 cups white whole wheat flour

Preheat the oven to 350 degrees Fahrenheit and grease / butter a 9x5 inch loaf pan. In a large bowl, mash bananas with a potato masher or the back of a wooden spoon until smooth with a few tiny lumps remaining. Whisk in the egg first then add the oil, brown sugar, syrup, and vanilla extract. Sprinkle the baking soda, salt, cinnamon, and nutmeg over the mixture and stir until combined. Stir in the flour until just combined.

Pour the mixture the greased / buttered pan. Bake until a toothpick comes out clean from the middle (approximately 50-60 minutes). Cool loaf in pan on a rack and enjoy!

Tip: According to Smitten Kitchen, the loaves keep well in the freezer wrapped tightly in plastic wrap for about a month. At room temperature, the loaves keep for about a week, gaining moisture each day. 

One day I will remember these things.

I've noticed a trend in me always writing on / about the weekends… I'm pretty sure the only reason is because that's when I have time to take photos and sit down and write about what's been going on. However, the posts are mostly recaps of how I saw Husband and what we did and how much we studied and so on and so forth. 

The original point of the blog was to write about daily life as a way for Husband to stay updated on the details of weekdays, which is when we have limited communication. 

But that's not really what's been happening. 

And I'm okay with it.

So I hope whoever reads this is, too. 

Because I'm okay with at least documenting what I can. I mean, Husband and I have gone back through his blog looking at old entries and it's really fun and interesting to look back on memories and certain times in our life together. I hope we do the same with this blog once we're living together again and remember to never take our time together for granted.

Anyway. 

The weekend:

On Friday there was this craaaaaazy blizzard that I braved during rush hour. What normally takes me about 45 minutes on a good day to get from our apartment to Husband took me about an hour and a half. At one point, I was going 5 mph just to merge onto the expressway because everyone was just crawling. Visibility was shot, the ground was completely covered in snow and slush and forming ice… I would have turned back but I was so determined to see Husband that I just gripped the steering wheel for dear life, prayed for safety a million times over, and went suuuuuuper slowly the whole way, keeping what seemed like a quarter mile between me and the car in front of me at all times. 

When I got to Husband, we changed our plans from going out for dinner to ordering in. We changed into comfy clothes and watched some House (how appropriate for us, right?) while we relaxed together. A low-key night, but as I've always mentioned, I do tend to enjoy more low-key things anyway so I was okay with it. 

Saturday morning we woke up and immediately headed over the med school to do some studying. Once the afternoon came around, I decided to go back home to get some things around the apartment done and crack down on studying since I have two exams coming up this week. It was hard to say goodbye to Husband, but I brushed aside my sadness and trudged home. 

It wasn't until later that night that I started really having a hard time. I don't know why it sometimes still affects me so much (especially because it's not like we're really far from each other), but the distance just really discouraged me. I tearfully called Husband to talk, and after some discussion, he decided to drive over. What a guy. 

Although our time together was short, I was able to rest easy and calm my nerves. Even the small act of just falling asleep and waking up next to the one you love is something so huge when you don't have it every day. 

Side note: I give military spouses so much credit. I have no idea how they can bear the separation. Amy, whose blog I read regularly, has written about it on several occasions, so I've gotten a glimpse into that type of living but I can't really understand because I don't experience it firsthand. I mean, Husband and I are apart five of the seven days of the week on a regular basis, but at least we get those other two days / nights. Also, when we need it, he or I can make the trek to see each other. Military couples don't get that. In fact, military spouses are constantly terrified for their spouses' lives when they're apart. Like I said, I give them so much credit. 

So that was our weekend. 

When I someday go back through these posts, when Husband and I are living under the same roof together once again, I will remember that horrible feeling. 

I will remember how I felt like I would give anything in the world to just be with Husband. 

I will remember saying to him how we will never, ever do this ever again if we can help it. 

I will remember to be grateful for our time together. 

I love and miss you, Husband.

Nursing school snow day & a burning home.

I thought I was done with snow days when I graduated from high school.

Then during my freshman year of college, my school shut down for one day for the first time in decades due to a total white-out blizzard (I think the only class I missed that day was one 50-minute Spanish V lecture…not too exciting). 

After I graduated from college, heading toward a career in social work, I was sure I was done with snow days.

Then during the year I decided to go back to college for my bachelor's in nursing, my school shut down once again for one day in January due to a dumping of a couple of feet of snow overnight (and I happily skipped my 2-hour microbiology lab!). 

After that, surely I was done with snow days.

Right?

I was very wrong. 

Today I received a most wonderful text at 5:58am from my nursing professor announcing that clinicals were cancelled for the day and to stay safe and warm. 

YES.

So what did I do? 

Satisfyingly fell back asleep and didn't wake up again until 8:45am.

Then, because I'm Monica, I got up and cleaned around Husband's place for a couple of hours. 

After that I packed up my school stuff and headed over to Tim Horton's down the street to consume lots of hot coffee and do some studying and homework for a few hours since Husband made me promise him I wouldn't attempt to drive back until the afternoon when the roads have been thoroughly plowed, salted, and warmed by other cars. 

Soooo, I've officially used up all my snow days as an adult by now, right?

We'll see. 

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Also, a house across the street from where my sister, brother-in-law, their three kids, and Husband live caught fire and the entire back half burned down today. Husband wrote about it and posted some photos and videos of it happening here on his blog. Very scary. Keep the family who lived in that home in your thoughts and prayers. 

Also, it's incredibly cold here in the midwest (namely the west side of Michigan along the lakeshore) so whoever is experiencing this chill, stay safe and stay warm!

Scones & Views

I may have a new love affair with a bakery in Husband's city: 

I kid you not that is probably the best chocolate and cinnamon chip scone in the whole world. 

I'm drooling just thinking about how good it was yesterday...

Also, I appreciate this view much more than I used to now that I don't get it nearly as often throughout the week:

Aaaaand this is my view for the rest of the day today:

Low-key weekends are the best, in my opinion. 

My Homemade Laundry Detergent Dispenser's Death.

So, I've been making my own laundry detergent using this recipe for about a year and a half now. While a cheapo plastic drink dispenser has served me well for all this time, it sadly bit the dust today as I went to put a load in the washer. 

See the crack? 

I know it seems small, but it definitely made its presence known. 

I realized there was soap leaking all over my hands and could not for the life of me figure out where it was coming from until I felt the crack. 

And then saw the liquid seeping out. 

And then I realized I had to say goodbye to my trusty plastic detergent dispenser. 

And then I realized I had to (quickly) find something else to put all that soap in.

So what did I do?

I got...creative. 

That would be (from left to right) an ALDI-brand orange-pineapple-banana juice bottle, an Arnold Palmer jug, and another ALDI-brand cranberry apple juice bottle. 

Classy.

The Life of a Nursing Student.

I just have to display how much it takes to complete a single nursing assignment.

Yes, it is just me in this "group" study room in the library. 

This is all thanks to a particular assignment called the Nursing Process Worksheet (affectionately known as the NPW). 

The NPW is a complete workup and analysis of a single patient. It includes diagnosis with clinical manifestations, patient presenting signs and symptoms, lab work and diagnostic test results, a care plan, discharge information, and a whole host of other components that require extreme preparation and work to reach completion. 

Hence, the hoard of books and binders (and a packed lunch, since I'll be in here for quite a while...) taking up an entire table intended for use by four separate persons. 

So go out there and give a BSN-prepared nurse a pat on the back. 

Because this is what we endure for four years so we can eventually take care of people!

Probably the best catalog ever.

New semester.

New clinical. 

First full day on the floor today. 

Done. 

While I won't be divulging any information on this blog as to where I am or with what population I'm working, I will say everything about it is just mediocre at this point. I knew going into it that this clinical wouldn't be my absolute favorite so it's not like it's a disappointment or anything. It's just seven weeks that I'll have to buck up and muscle through! 

When I got home this afternoon, I checked the mail and was welcomed by quite the gem of a scrubs catalog for Husband. He ordered some this earlier year with his school's mascot embroidered on the tops (and pants, too, I think?) as part of a fundraising thing or something of the sort and the company must've sold his mailing address to third parties or they somehow snagged it another way. Hooray. 

I snapped a few of my favorite model poses:

By the way, this is what health care providers really do - just fist bump all the time…while others listen to music and creepily give room to do so… 

Again, we just stand around like this on a regular basis…especially like purple there in the middle striking quite a sassy pose. 

Thank goodness these aren't required anymore.

This is so we can blend in with our natural surroundings…naturally. And as you can see, they're unisex! What a plus!

I just really like the brand - Med Couture. So chic. 

Because who said that health care had to be unfashionable?