I write to you from my sofa, under a crocheted blanket, having just eaten some freshly baked banana bread. Since getting back from our trip to the UK last week I’m making more of an effort to be appreciative; of the quiet times, of our home, and just generally doing the things I want to do whilst being a little bit more positive and aware. Whilst bank holidays here are a little different from the UK, Munich has managed to align itself with my home country on this particular one – it’s pouring with rain outside. In spite of the weather there’s still a lot to be thankful for, and this chilled out bank holiday situation is one of them.
There have been very few times in my life where I have known, with absolute certainty, what I want to be doing, but today was one of those times, and I wanted to bake banana bread. Having flicked through some foodie blogs this week on the hunt for an overnight oats recipe that I am capable of (the hunt continues) I stumbled across a recipe for banana bread and I haven’t stopped thinking about it since.
So when Felix asked me this morning if I’d help with fixing the fence I said I would, once I’d baked some banana bread.