It's official… Tyler and I are bakers. We do our best baking at night—late at night. It's probably one of my favorite things to do with him: dancing around the kitchen and making each other laugh while we put our amateur skills to the test. Sometimes our week can become a blur of work, eat, sleep, repeat; this is a way to just pause and enjoy a couple of hours of just us while tag-teaming a recipe late into the eve. Tonight's tackle was banana bread; our neighbor had an insane amount of bananas and graciously gave us two bundles of eight about-to-go-bad bananas. We ended up making four loaves and I must say they turned out swell.