I always used to get so angry when my grandma would literally force me to bake. I'd throw fits, spit angry words, and eventually bake or make whatever it was that she requested. Which is funny considering I’ve actually always been pretty partial to baking and mostly enjoy it. I always claimed myself more of a baker until recently when I've tried my hand in cooking.
But I distinctively remember my grandmother always wanting me to make Banana bread. If there were over ripe bananas in the kitchen, it meant I had to make bread. It used to drive me crazy, I always thought she hated me being idle and would make me do something despite the fact that whatever occupied my idleness was satisfying to me. It used to Anger me a great deal. Really I hate being forced to do anything, but who likes demands?
It’s late and I’m up avoiding sleep by talking with Wendy as we usually do, a treasured ritual and after listening to my stomach growl for the hundredth time, I turned around to grab something to snack on when I saw the bananas. I picked them up to move them out of the way and they were so ripe they were literally falling out of the peels.
And then her voice was there. “Go make some banana bread out of the over ripe banana’s in the kitchen.”
I miss her. I almost felt obligated to bang things around in protest.
And besides, 3 AM is the perfect time to bake, right?
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