Growing up my mother would always use the over-ripe bananas to make banana bread. She never threw them away. She grew up during the 1930’s and 40’s when nothing was ever wasted.
I grew up in the 60’s and 70’s. Wastefulness was becoming more routine. I’ve thrown many an over-ripe banana away. Recently I’ve been re-evaluating this habit.
When I caught a glance of myself in the mirror the other day, I had the thought that I was becoming my mother. She removed the gray from her hair up until her early eighties. I’m beginning to slowly shrink in height the way she did.
Today the transformation took another step. I began to mash three over-ripe bananas with a fork. I stirred in the sugar, butter, vanilla and eggs. Then added the flour, chopped nuts, a little soda and salt. It’s in the oven now. It was really pretty easy to make. I don’t know why I haven’t done this sooner. The smell is already beginning to lift my spirits.
movingforwardslowly 