And they say there are no second acts.
Somehow, a few caramelized bananas escaped Josie’s ice cream bowl, and let me tell you, that’s no small feat. They sat in the refrigerator quietly until Sunday morning, when I whisked them back to the counter…
…and pressed them into service. Literally.
At first glance, a handful of formerly sizzled bananas don’t look so hot – but after a toss through batter and a trip through the iron, they look delicious. They look like Caramelized Banana Waffles, and Sunday morning suddenly recalls the sundae last night.
We bite into the creamy-crisp bananarama’d waffles and I realize…they’re gone. No more toasty bananas. Oh, it will be a cruel, cruel summer and now I’m getting misty about the leftovers. Clearly there’s only one thing to do: