There is nothing more Groundhog Day about being a mom then making dinner for your family. Like, why do they have to eat dinner every single night? Obviously packing school lunches comes in at a close second, but at least we get a two-day break from that insipid grind over the weekends. Not so with dinner. Dinner never goes away.
And thanks to my teen daughter's ever-changing dietary restrictions—no carbs, no gluten, no sugar, no dairy—and my son's annoyingly rigorous food regulations (i.e. no sauces, no spices or any actual taste) the only thing left to serve most evenings is packs of almonds and handfuls of plain popcorn. Which is why, when I read about the always-relatable Bunmi Laditan's genuis idea to serve her kids cake for dinner, I was totally down with it, but also kinda pissed I hadn't thought of it first—and much, much sooner.
"I was contemplating what I was going to put together tonight and then threaten my loved ones into eating when I looked over at the cake I made with my three-year-old today," she explained in her life-changing post on Facebook. "It was supposed to be muffins but then I remembered that my muffin tin had needed a good deep cleaning last time so I threw it away. I lined a 9x13 pan with parchment and greased it with butter and the result was a nice and simple banana cake. If cake can be made out of muffins and everyone already agrees that muffins are wholesome, then why, I started to wonder, isn't cake being recognized as a legitimate dinner?"
Solid question! I am firmly of the belief that cake should be served at every meal. And because Bunmi is basically awesome, she decided to give hot mess moms everywhere a much-needed assist by sharing her actual Banana Dinner Cake recipe with those of us "looking for a unique and undeniably healthy supper solution for your angel blessings you're pretty sure you don't regret having."
You can find all the actual ingredients you'll need to make her kicka*s from-scratch creation here, but it basically involves blending up a bunch of bananas, flour, eggs, and sugar—"make sure there are no lumps because to kids, food that varies slightly from bite to bite is agitated assault"—tossing it in a pan, and then baking it "until you remember you were baking, curse in front of your children and scramble into the kitchen like you're being chased by an animal clearly faster than you."
It's like she knows me.
And then, as if I didn't already worship at the Laditan temple enough, the inventive mama leaves us with what just may be the best set of instructions ever:
"Remove the good enough cake from oven and allow to cool," she writes. "Have a drink or smoke in the bathroom, whatever gets you to bedtime. You've earned it, champion... If your children make any smart (sassy) comments that they probably picked up from their father, remind them you fed them from your body via their placenta for 40 weeks and are still tired from that and do they like having an iPad because it can disappear anytime for no reason. Congratulate yourself on another parenting job well done and level successfully unlocked, you're a winner. Soak it up."
Consider it done.