Put raw banana slices in a slow cooker with these 4 ingredients. You’ll never look back… Full recipe 👇 💬

This Banana Foster Pudding pairs wonderfully with a scoop of vanilla ice cream or a dollop of whipped cream. For a bit of crunch, consider serving it with a handful of toasted pecans or walnuts. A warm cup of coffee or a glass of cold milk complements the sweetness perfectly, making it an ideal dessert for any gathering.

Slow Cooker 5-Ingredient Banana Foster Pudding
Servings: 6

Ingredients

4 ripe bananas, sliced
1/2 cup brown sugar
1/4 cup unsalted butter, melted
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
1 teaspoon ground cinnamon

Directions

1. Grease the inside of your slow cooker with a bit of butter or cooking spray.
2. In a large bowl, combine the sliced bananas, brown sugar, melted butter, vanilla extract, and ground cinnamon. Mix until the bananas are well coated.
3. Pour the banana mixture into the prepared slow cooker, spreading it out evenly.

4. Cover and cook on low for 2-3 hours, or until the bananas are soft and the sauce is thickened.

5. Once cooked, give the pudding a gentle stir and serve warm.

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