I'm a little snobby about bananas.
The texture and peel color have to be just right for me to crack one open and scarf it.
Just a shade too ripe and the whole experience is ruined for me.
I also hate banana flavoring.
Last night, & invited Rob and I to her apartment for supper. Yum. I think this needs to be a weekly occurrence.
For dessert she decided to whip up a version of McFosters celestial banana and serve it over ice cream.
See the top few statements. Meh. I thought.
Oh my! She tossed some Earth Balance into a hot pan. Chunked some bananas and threw them in. Sprinkled brown sugar over them and Vietnamese cinnamon over that. And cooked it until the sugar and Earth Balance formed a caramel.
Needless to say, I'll have an exact recipe very soon. Right now, I'm planning to whip up a banana brunch cake with caramelized banana topping. Hello!
Change. I've learned to embrace it, ride it out til the end. Sometimes I'm kicking and screaming, other times weeping with my eyes clinched tight. Once in awhile I ride like a dog in a car, head out the window snorting what life has to offer. Mother to young adult children, a marriage of thirty years, and a desert to mountain to valley waltz with God have shaped me into someone I never imagined I'd be. Life is short and I want to live it. Tears, sighs, laughter and change. Every morsel granted to me. Scrambled, shaken or stirred.