Delish

Morgan opened the freezer and spied a pair of really old, brown bananas I had stashed for future use.

"Ewww! Mom, there are rotten bananas!"

"I know," I replied.

"How do you know?"

"I put them there."

"Why?"

"So I could make muffins."

"Ohhhhh!" Clarity is a wonderful thing. "Rotten banana muffins."

'Cause, you know, that wouldn't be gross at all!