Melt-in-Your-Mouth Banana Bread

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  Warning! Warning! 

This recipe is moist, nutty, rich, scrumdiddlyumptious, and may cause injury from impatient family members waiting to be fed.

Don’t blame me!

Blame the delicious bananas that make this bread absolutely perfect.


Instead of making banana “bread” I decided to make banana “muffins”. You follow the same recipe, though instead of using a bread pan you use muffin tins.

NOTE: the recipe calls for sour cream. If you don’t have sour cream, you can substitute plain or vanilla yogurt instead. The measurements are the same, you will still need 16oz of yogurt. 

You want to choose the “right”
“type” of bananas – he he

“Despite” the color, the “right”
“type” of bananas are the “ripest” ones


We ate almost all of them that night.



Peanut Butter Stuffed Banana

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I had just finished running a race and I was feeling great! Though full of energy, I was still a bit sore from the run.

I decided to go for a walk around downtown and to find something to eat at the Saturday Market. Funny, but I don’t know what I was thinking going to the Saturday Market for food? I mean really, what was I think, practically everything there is battered and deep-fried.

After scooping out the scene I still finding it very difficult to find anything that wasn’t going to put me into cardiac arrest. Though there was, it read “Stuffed Bananas”. I cocked my head and started walking toward the booth. The women greeted me a big smile and asked “How can I help you today?” What can you get for me…? I am thinking what the heck is this all about.

The women had given me quite a description of “what” a stuffed banana was (if the name wasn’t obvious enough) and “how” they stuffed each banana. This was hilarious!

Basically, she has this device that cradles the banana and then straps which strap that sucker down. Next she takes this thin pipe and cores through the middle of the banana. Finally, she un-straps the banana from the device and brings it to another machine what will pump it full of whatever stuffing you want (i.e. peanut butter, Nutella and even strawberry cream cheese).

Completely blown away with this whole operation, I knew right away that I’d have to figure out a way to do this on my own at home.

Peanut Butter Stuffed Banana

What you’ll need:
Peanut butter
Banana (the straighter the better)
Hard plastic straw
Sandwich bag

Ooo Peanut Butter


  1. First, take your sandwich bag and stuff about 1/2 C of peanut butter as far into one of the corners as possible.
  2. Then cut a small hole in the corner you stuffed all the peanut butter in.
  3. Next take your banana and cut 3/4 of the top off.
  4. You will then hold the banana in your hand with the cut side facing you.
  5. Take your hard straw and as straight as you can stick it through the banana.
  6. Finally, take your sandwich bag (with the peanut butter already in it) and slowly start squeezing the peanut butter into the banana.


Peal and ENJOY!

You can let your imagination run wild with this one. A couple of my favoriate mixes are peanut butter and honey, and peanut butter and Nutella. Both are heavenly! You can do this by mixing the peanut butter and honey/Nutella prior to putting it into the sandwich bag.

The Tea Trifecta-effect!


This tea “es muy delicioso”

I have always been a tea drinker; though tend to choose coffee rather than tea when given the option, though now I find myself drinking more tea then ever before. I can barely keep up with the amount of peeing that is a direct effect due to the massive amounts of tea I’ve been drinking. You may be wondering why all of a sudden I am drinking more tea now than ever before, and wondering why not coffee.

Currently I live in McCarthy, which is roughly 315 miles from Anchorage. Before arriving to McCarthy to I lived and worked in Anchorage. I left a good job, friends, family and very confused boyfriend behind to work for a guiding company, St. Elias Alpine Guides (SEAG), which is located in the heart of the largest National Park in the nation, Wrangell-St. Elias.

Working in Wrangell-St. Elias has its advantages and disadvantages, for example because I live in the middle of bumfuck nowhere, I can’t just run to the corner and pick up a Venti nonfat no whip no foam mocha, it just isn’t happening. Also because it is substantially colder here then in Anchorage, my options are either: walk around with three or more layers on, which wouldn’t be the most comfortable option; suck-it up and just deal with it, which most the time results in the response of “holy crap you’re freezing,” after touching someone’s arm or hand; or my favorite more preferable option, drink dozens of cups hot tea throughout the day. This keeps your body warm as well as your hands, plus tea is really good you. That my friends I like to call the trifecta-effect!

Picture this… lil’ol freezing Amber getting all excited every time she runs to the sink to fill up her teapot, because that is exactly what happens every time I go and fill up my teapot – Ha Ha. So as I light my stove burner and wait for my water to boil I run to my food shelve and reach for my mason jar of sugar and my box of Good Earth tea then run back just in time to hear my tea whistling. Now this is my favorite part. I rip open my tea and slowly pull out my teabag and detach that lil’ paper tag from the teabag and then rip it off!

That’s wats’up

Why rip it off? I rip it off because each and every tag has its own quote on them. I would rip them off, read it, smile and then if it was a really really good quote I’d stick it in my pocket for later. For what I don’t know, but I knew I wanted to save them.

Well as you may have guessed, I have a lot of these little teabag tags scattered all over the hooch (thatched hut or a small roughly constructed building). So in attempt to “do” something with them I created this post to share them with you. I still don’t know what I’ll do with them all, but at least they won’t be scattered all over the place, and well, this is my also my attempt to clean up my hooch. So warm up some tea and enjoy reading some of these little tidbits of advice, thoughts and perspectives of some really cool people.

Sip slowly and enjoy!

  • All human actions have one or more of these seven causes: chance, nature, compulsion, habit, reason, passion, and desire. – Aristotle (384 BC – 322 BC)
  • When I was a boy I was told that anybody could become President. Now I’m beginning to believe it. – Clarence Darrow (1857 – 1938)
  • The art of being wise is the art of knowing what to overlook. – William James (1842 – 1910)
  • It is better to offer no excuse than a bad one. – George Washington (1732 – 1799)
  • Use soft words and hard arguments. – English proverb
  • Science is organized knowledge. Wisdom is organized life. – Immanuel Kant (1724 – 1804)
  • Punctuality is the virtue of the bored. – Evelyn Waugh (1903 – 1966)
  • It is the mark of an educated mind to be able to entertain a thought without accepting it. – Aristotle
  • We make war that we may live in peace. – Aristotle (384 BC – 322 BC)
  • Advertising may be described as the science of arresting the human intelligence long enough to get money from it. – Unknown

“Wait – What? Okay, that does actually sound amazing.”

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This was exactly what my brother said when I told him what I had created the night before.

First you need to know some things before you can truly appreciate the ridiculousness of this story.

My dad currently lives in Big Lake, Alaska, which is roughly an hour out from Anchorage. So basically I only go out to visit him on the weekends, and usually stay the entire weekend. Also because my brother still lives at home it makes it a lot easier to get two butts moving out the door to do something outdoors when they both in the same house.

For example, Hatcher Pass, Matanuska Peak, Pioneer Peak, etc. are also within a half an hour or so from my dads. Basically making my dads house the perfect “base camp” for a lot of our hiking trips. PLUS he has a hot tube to relax in after a big hike.

So in effect what ends up happening once my dad finds out that I’m coming out for the weekend, is him going to the grocery store to restock the house with munchies, peanut butter, cereals and breads. He does this because he knows once I get there the ravishing begins.

I usually go through much of what he has in his kitchen to put something together for an overnight hike/ long day hike out. Meaning, using all his munchies, peanut butter, cereals and breads up. As a result, once I leave the house is pretty empty. My dad likes to call us little tornados.

“Hide anything you don’t want eaten,” he says. “The kids are coming for the weekend.”

Now that you know the ridiculousness of what takes place at my dads you will now find this story even sillier.

A couple weekends back I was out visiting my dad and brother with the intentions to go hiking. Long story short, Sunday night comes rolling around and all the practical food in the house was once again gone. We demolished and cleared out most of my dad’s snacks, cereals, oatmeal, breads, etc.

It was late evening and I wanted something to snack on. After opening and closing the cabinets and drawers I find nothing. AND as a side note, why do we open and close the refrigerator and cabinets over and over again even after knowing there is nothing in them…? Odd.

“Perfect!” I said. I spotted a box of pancake flour. As I went to reach for the box I quickly realized that there was just enough for roughly two, maybe three pancakes. Excited, I grabbed the pan I needed, and a bowl to mix the pancake dough in. After pouring the last of the flour pancake flour in the bowl I continued to add the following ingredients:

  • Roughly 1 – 1 ½ C pancake flour
  • 1 C water (or to a nice consistency)
  • 1 egg
  • I’d say ½ C oil
  • 5 shakes of cinnamon straight from the jar
  • ½ C of coconut flakes

Mix and pour the mixture on to the pan and cook like a regular pancake

Now as these three pancakes where cooking on the pan I was digging through the cabinets (yet again) to find something to put on top of the pancakes (i.e. syrup, butter, peanut butter). I found nothing. No syrup, no butter, no peanut butter – nothing! “Crap!”

“Oh wait, what is that I see?”

I spotted a can of condensed milk.
Yes. I used condensed milk as syrup
on top of my coconut pancakes.

These pancakes I kid you not were so amazing and sweet. My stomach is growling right now after writing this post. I’m actually about to go make another right now. Okay, just kidding, but seriously do not these pancakes sound AMAZING?