Fall has always been my favorite season. You’ve got the cooler weather, the changing colors, and, of course, back-to-school time! Maybe that makes me a dork (as, I’m sure, so many things do), but I’ve always relished the beginning of a new school year. This is now the second fall that I haven’t been a student, but recently I’ve had a craving to go back.
It started with taking language classes at GW. Being on campus, in the student union, reminded me of how much I loved college. And the other day, I was at Georgetown for a conference during what was, apparently, some sort of campus fair. I walked out of the conference hall (where I’d been close to falling asleep) and found myself in the middle of students grilling, cheering, laughing, and playing in a moonbounce! If I had visited Georgetown as a prospective student during something like that, my college choice may have been a little bit harder. As it was, I had a completely different experience.
When I decided to go college hunting, Mama and I took a road trip down the east coast and stopped at four different schools. Georgetown was number three. I wanted to love it; the campus was gorgeous; I already loved DC. But I was uncomfortable from the moment I entered the information session. I felt unwelcome. I felt out of place. Even before the tour started, I suspected that I wouldn’t be applying here.
And then my tour guide began his spiel and more than confirmed my suspicions.
I may be prone to exaggeration at times, but I could swear that this guy was talking a mile a minute. He was in love with every aspect of Georgetown and wanted all of us to share his love. I could respect his enthusiasm, but I drew the line when he shared a story about a party he went to, in an effort to highlight the campus’ Safe Ride program. “And it was the best safe ride ever in the history of the world!” Mama and I looked at each other, and from then on mocked that poor tour guide whenever we were really excited about something. “Really?” we would ask each other, “It’s the best? Is it the best ever in the history of the world?” Poor guy.
Last winter, when we were looking for muffin recipes for our Christmas brunch, we stumbled across one for the “Best Ever Chocolate Chip Banana Muffins.” Perfect. Even if they hadn’t looked delicious, I think we may have made them just for the name alone. Luckily, the muffins completely lived up to the hype
Best Ever Chocolate Chip Banana Muffins
3 large ripe bananas
3/4 cup sugar
1 slightly beaten egg
1/3 cup melted butter
6 oz chocolate chips
1 tsp baking soda
1 tsp baking powder
1/2 tsp salt
1 1/2 cups all-purpose flour
Preheat oven to 375. Mash bananas. Add sugar and egg. Add the melted butter, then add the dry ingredients. Stir in the chocolate chips. Pour into lined 12 cup muffin pan (or 2 6-cup) and bake for 20 minutes.