Bananas Foster....with whiskey...and lets not burn off the alcohol

Dear world. You can call me K.

People consider me incredibly: stable, put together, and self assured. But yesterday when I walked into a friends house I felt self conscious in a way that I have been feeling on a more and more consistent basis. A friend who is very close to the people who live in the house I stopped by to visit had just underwent a break up. And I, the person who people always look to for support, and that usually happily gives, had no idea what to do. I was afraid of doing or saying the wrong thing. Whenever this happens it is a problem for me. I need to go through life caring, loving, but confident and individualistic or I falter and get nervous.

BUT


This was not the moment to reevaluate my emotional state (okay maybe it was). It was time to take care of a hurt friend. And since I had no idea what to do and since she was surrounded by people she was much closer to then she and I are, I decided the thing I could do was provide food.

I asked a good friend what her favorite dessert was. He jokingly replied beer (probably true), then after racking his brain said Bananas Foster. Now when he first said this, I hit him because our friend is allergic to bananas but he proved to me that she is in fact only allergic to raw bananas.

SO

I went home and I ran up to my front porch. Two dear friends and housemates were sitting there. I had only and hour before I had to go to a meeting from which I would have to leave immediately for a dinner party. Time was of the essence.

I asked if one of them would bike to one of the grocery stores with one of the house's food stamp cards and I would run to the other with the other friend with the other food stamp card. We needed to go to both so that we could stay within our small budget and get all the ingredients necessary for both Banana's Foster and really really really sugary rice crispy treats.

After I asked for the favor and company I went inside. I really had no idea what Bananas Foster is so I checked online. It pains me to look at recipes: I do it maybe once or twice a year since I'd rather be creating or doing anything else from memory or imagination. But I realized that I would need some reference for this Bananas Foster thing that I had never so much as tasted. I saw that sugar, butter,alcohol, vanilla, bananas and ice cream were necessary. I could figure out the rest once I knew what the base ingredients where.

After getting back from the store, my confidence in my cooking and self were rising. I went to a meeting then to a dinner party- got home around midnight. Time was of the essence once again. I quickly made the rice crispy treats.

Then talked to my roommate who ran out to get beer for our sad sad friend.

I grabbed a frying pan and tossed in about half a stick of butter, then about 2 handfuls of sugar. The sugar was not really liquefying so I threw in about..I don't know, one third of a large (dollar store bottle) of vanilla and turned up the heat to hot to let the sugar melt. Then I turned down the heat to pretty low and cut up bananas.

Usually in Banana's Foster I would cut the bananas into big pieces but I am terrified of food allergies and if you will recall, my dear friend is allergic to raw bananas so I cut them rather small. Each banana I halved. Then I halved those halves length wise. I cut all those pieces into 6. So that's 24 parts per banana and I used 3 bananas.

I was feeling great about things at this point so I turned up the heat to about medium and added almost the rest of the stick of butter, let it melt, and then threw in the bananas. I let them sizzle and get warm in the liquid. I added another half handful of sugar and another splash of vanilla.

I let this cook on alternating medium, low, and high for about 20 min and mixing with a wooden spoon so nothing would burn... It started to look like a light caramel pudding. My roommate got back with the beer.

At this point you would add the rum and light it on fire.

We didn't have rum.

We did have about 4 or 5 or 6 shots of Jack Daniel's Whiskey. And there is nothing more our heartbroken friend loves more then whiskey.

So, I turned up the heat and got the pudding really hot. Mixing so not to burn. Then I dosed the pudding in JD. I pulled out the spoon (stopped mixing) and lit it on fire with a long lighter (I really didn't think the flame would get as high as rum would). It did. We yelled and covered it with another pan. We got out the fire but didn't burn of all the JD. I could either light it again or serve an alcoholic dessert. Usually, I would light it again.


BUT

This was a heartbreak dessert. I threw a pint of ice cream in a bowl. Tossed on the hot dessert and my roommate and I ran over with our Banana's Foster heartbreak-style, the rice crispy treats, and the beer.

She loved it. She even smiled a bit. Said she was just thinking about having comfort food. I think food can cause smiles even when you are sad and can cause tears when you need to cry.