When I say good, I mean, "good for you." Most of the time it actually is good. It's not anything like that diet I was doing back in 2014 where I only ate plain, grilled chicken and fat free sour cream for three months. It's far better than that. Actually, I've been loving everything I make lately. I find the more healthy I eat, the less crap I crave. And food tastes better. However, the banana bread I made last night didn't satisfy the craving that had been whispering to me for the last few days as I watched the three bananas in my window seal ripen.
I searched Pinterest for a "healthy" banana bread recipe and I got one that said to use whole wheat flour and honey and unsweetened applesauce in place of sugar. I was like, "Perfect!" as I actually had all of that and wouldn't need to go to the store. I dug all of the ingredients out of my cupboard and I spent the next hour baking it; our house smelled heavenly. This morning, however, when I cut myself a slice, I was anticipating the taste of white flour and real sugar tasting banana bread. In it's place I tasted healthy banana bread. This beauty is far from the indulgence I am used to. It still tasted good, mind you, I ate a thick slice with my egg and enjoyed it. But not as much as I would have if I had searched, "best banana bread recipe ever" on Pinterest like I usually do. The sacrifices we make.
I would have been tempted to just start over and use ingredients like happiness and white flour if I hadn't looked like the beginning of the She-Hulk last night at the gym. Yes, I'm about to post a picture of me flexing; BRACE YOURSELVES. I've been working very hard and I'm proud of it.
boo. freaking. ya. I guess subbing healthy ingredients pays off, and maybe I'll keep doing it.