the smell of banana bread reminds me of...

tonight i made banana bread for the first time in awhile. i thought it had been a sufficient amount of time between now and the last time i went on a banana bread making rampage in the mission. unfortunately i was reminded of the last time i made it on my final night in southern argentina. we had made six or seven loaves to give to the members and i had the mala suerte (bad luck) of eating some bad meat earlier that afternoon. well what do you get when you eat bad meat? you get vomit. VOMIT. vomit is what you get. i was up all night. i have a visual of halfway digested cow intestines splattered on the bathroom floor and wall because the stomach spasms were so violent. and i just remember kneeling there, set back on my heels, and all of the sudden smelling the banana bread so strongly. i threw up the last of what was left in my battered stomach. since that night, i haven't been able to make banana bread without conjuring up the image of the splattered walls and floor and toilet seat in my mind. it kind of makes me nauseous just writing about it. gross. i'm going to stop now. anyone want some banana bread?