Banana chicken

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My daughter Casey is sick with a lung infection, so I stayed home today and we just baked a pie. I believe it’s my first—ever.

Got the recipe from the back of a book, Boom Town. Only in Boom Town, the pie is filled with gooseberries and it’s made in the 1800s over a fire in a skillet. Mine is filled with apples, and it looks like it’s gonna turn out really, really, really bad.

To be frank, I’m a bad cook. I’ve tried and tried, but it never really works out. My wife says the low-point came while we were dating, and I invented my own recipe, “Banana chicken.”

“Wait,” she said. “What are you making me?”

“Banana chicken,” I said. “Chicken with a banana glaze.”

“No,” she said. “No, no, no.”

Since that time, Catherine has done most of the cooking, and I take out the garbage, do the laundry and the dishes. It’s a fairly decent arrangement, though I hate coming home to a sink overloaded with dirty forks and such. She is, however, a dazzling cook. While I turn to a book for 6-year olds for recipes.

Mmm … banana chicken.

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