I was tempted to make this recipe :
You’ll need ½ lb. of butter, a cup of sugar, 4 large eggs, a cup of dried fruit, 1 tsp. baking soda, one tsp. salt, lemon juice, some nuts and a bottle of whisky.
1. Taste whisky to check for quality. Take a large bowl, check whisky again to ensure it really is of the highest quality, pour one level cupful and drink, repeat. Turn on electric mixer and beat in butter. Add one teaspool of sugar and beat again. Make sure whisky is still OK, cry another tup. Break 2 legs and add to the bowl and chuck in the dried fruit. Fix on the turner. If the fruit gets stuck in the beaters, pry loose with a scewdriver. Sample whisky again to check for tonsisticity.
Next sift 2 cups of salt or something, who cares ? Check whisky. Sift lemon juice and strain your nuts, add 1 babblespoon of brown sugar or whatever colour you can find. Wix mell, grease oven. Taste whisky and turn cake from pan to 350 gredees. Don’t forget to beat off turner. Throw bowl out the window, sample whisky again and go to bed.
However, I made banana bread bread instead, restricting myself to only two shots of whisky.
Here is the recipe, from « The Blue Ribbon Cookbook » :
1 cup light brown sugar
½ cup butter
1 ½ cups mashed bananas
1 tablespoon lemon juice
2 cups sifted flour
3 teaspoons baking powder
½ teaspoon salt
1 cup chopped nuts
Cream suagr with butter. Add eggs, one at a time, beating hard after each addition. Stir in bananas and lemon juice. Sift together flour, baking powder and salt ; add and mix quickly. Stir in nuts. Pour into greased 9x5x3-inch loaf pan. Bake for 1 hour at 350° F.
I did this in a machine, putting the ingredients in the order given, but not sifting or mashing or chopping beforehand.
I didn’t need to keep testing the whisky because my husband buys me a very nice quality. My taste for whisky can probably be traced to films I saw – The Stepford Wives, and another one with Katherine Ross, I forget the name of it, but she was in the Himalayas and drank some guy under the table. I saw these in my early 20’s and didn’t know anything much about alcoholism or even that one could die from ingesting too much at once. There is a person nearby who was in the hospital in an éthylique (alcoholic) coma. He doesn’t have much brain capacity left. Oh, dear, I thought this was going to be a fun post… How about the maxim « all good things in moderation » ?