This has nothing to do with banana bread, but watching my husband watch the NFL Draft is kind of like watching Good Will Hunting. Or maybe A Beautiful Mind. The guy is obsessed.

Last Thursday night was the first night of the draft. (Yes, it’s on for multiple nights, didn’t you know? I know, because I didn’t get to watch Scandal for OVER 2 DAYS.) Jordan had theatre, so Mel set the DVR. But it was on at the place we had dinner, so he and all the guys in the restaurant stared slack-jawed at the TV.
He’d make a call before each pick, and except for 2 times, he was right. In fact, whenever we watch a sporting event Mel makes a call and the announcers say it two seconds later. (And when I say “we watch” I mean he watches and I read Twilight.)
Like I said, Good Will Hunting. But football.
I didn’t complain too much about not being able to watch Scandal for TWO WHOLE DAYS. I owed him one; during the NFL 2014-2015 line-up special (yes, that’s actually a thing on TV) I saw the 49ers were playing some important team on Thanksgiving and thought I was doing a favor and told him.
You should have seen the look he gave me.
So anyway, Banana Bread. I love it, like I love Scandal and he loves football.
I love it even more when it’s healthier. Because then I can eat more of it.