Banana
The smell of the Banana in the oven is wafting throughout the kitchen as I type this.
I have started to bake Banana cake on a semi regular basis, Not only do I find it therapeutic but it also gives me a use for my stockpile of overripe Bananas that I have in the freezer. I have a bad habit of buying a bunch, eating one on the day of said purchase and then subsequently forgetting about them.
This ensures the occasional discovery of a group of soft black smelly and vaguely cylindrical objects that are squidgy to the touch and have a questionable aroma. As soon as each discovery is made, I make an effort to round them up and through them into very bottom of the deep abyss that constitutes the chest freezer in the kitchen where they enter a state of suspended animation amongst the half eaten packets of Quorn Mince and the odd Chicken Kiev.
After a prolonged period of time which could range from anywhere from a a few months to a year they are lifted from their wintry tomb, defrosted in the microwave and given a new lease on life.