That feeling when your arm gets too tired stirring a triple batch of banana scones (with cranberry and ginger), and you have to call your husband to finish stirring them, and you realize that no, you would never survive the Great British Bake-Off.
I am going to try to remember not to attempt this again. We just had SO MANY black bananas in the freezer.
Children, eat the darn bananas before they get overripe. Okay? Okay.