How is it that I always seem to end up with uneaten, overly-ripe bananas? I’m sure there is a metaphor for life in there somewhere, I’m just not sure what it is. I know there are lots of healthy things one can do with overly ripened bananas, but somehow I always end up making banana bread. It’s the one baked good that my husband loves (which means that I won’t HAVE to eat it all myself).