I think banana bread is my favourite

My mom used to make banana bread when I was a kid, and it was always so moist, so chocolatey, and so super delicious that the entire loaf disintegrated within minutes of coming out of the oven. I've made banana bread more than any other loaf my entire life thus far, and I can't see that changing anytime soon, especially after consuming the ravishingly wonderful banana bread Brian just made this afternoon. Add some pecans, a little cinnamon, some all spice, a little love and there you have it: a perfect loaf of bad bananas gone ooooh-soooo-gooood. With all the baking going on in our kitchen today, you'd think it was a chilly winter Saturday. Alas, it is not. Even though white fluffy stuff fell from the cold skies mere weeks ago (two to be exact), I think I can officially declare it Spring! Yes, that's Spring with a capital 'S'! The cherry blossoms are finally out, I spotted tulips under the "Welcome to Nelson" sign today, and all our little seedlings have escaped the warmth and safety of their dirt cubicles and have ventured growth into the warm air in a gesture resembling an energetic and sweet yawn after a restful sleep. The cheering crowd ('crowd' meaning Brian and Dee) in the background can be heard softly yelling, "GO, SPINACH, GO!!! SO WE CAN EAT YOU!!!" At first, young spinach must have a level of understanding like a young puppy, where as long as you say it in a friendly, fun tone, they'll think it's nothin' but a good thing. Or maybe their lifelong, albeit short lifelong, desire is to be nourishment for the greater good, kind of like what people sometimes say about Christmas trees: it's their dream or destiny to get chopped down, stuffed in a small room, decorated like the village idiot, and then tossed out or burned within two weeks. I think I'd rather be reincarnated as a sprig of spinach....