One more somethin’ you oughta know: this recipe was inspired by ELVIS. One of his favorites, so you know you’ll look good eatin’ it.

Just two ingredients, ‘nanners and eggs. And if you’re a guy you may see the symbolism in that.

1. Take two small ‘nanners or one big one. Beat to a pulp with your fists. If you’re still sore from the barroom brawl last night, use a fork. If you’re kind of a sissy, go ahead and use a whisk.

Pound them ‘nanners until they lie in the bowl bleeding and unrecognizable..

2. Get you two eggs and whip their little butts good too. Use the whisk again if you’re late for your pedicure, sissy.

3. Put the eggs and the ‘nanners in the same bowl and let ’em fight it out until you can’t tell one from the other.

You can throw in a punch or two of your own if you want. It’s gonna be mighty yellow in there when it’s all over.

4. If you don’t got you a cast iron skillet (real men have an entire set and duplicates just in case), call all your friends until someone lets you borrow one; probably not Joe, though, because you still got his ratchet set in the garage from a year ago.

Be quick, or that egg/nanner mixture might turn on you.

If you can’t get you a cast iron skillet, go ahead and use the little woman’s Teflon pan. You probably already dress up in her lingerie anyway, don’t you.

5. Fire up the Coleman camp stove if you must, although these are much better when cooked over a burning couch.

Get that pan hot enough to sizzle so that when you spit on it, it skitters. Not too hot, though, we ain’t making charcoal.

6. Pour in enough ‘nanner mix until it’s about the size of your fist. I know some of you got tiny hands; if so, just double it, sissy.

7. When you see bubbles on top, flip that flapjack. Make sure you burn the first one some though. Put that one on top of your stack for extra manly effect.

8. I like mine with bear grease and wild honey that I got myself from a hive last year right before my stay in the hospital from massive bee stings. That was a bit embarrassing, but worth it.

You can put whatever you want on ’em, though. My brother favors sunflower seed butter and Nutella. Even chocolate chips sometimes! We always have wondered about him.

Then eat the hell outta those bad boys. That’s it. Go do it!

And one final hat tip to the King-a. 
Thank you…thank you vera much…