At some point in our young lives, my sister made a cake. This stands out because my sister doesn’t bake. Food is a necessity to her, lucky woman, unless we’re talking about salsa or hot sauce. Okay, apples, popcorn…she’s a grazer. She’s petite and lean — fit. And she’s more beautiful than she’s ever been. Don’t misunderstand. She’s always been a lovely woman (outside of her cranky junior high phase), but at this point in her life she is truly lovely. Is it the recent empty nest? Perhaps the East Coast climate? Or is it that she is blissfully free of those of us on the West Coast where she truly belongs?
Bananas, chocolate, and I go way back. In a banana split, as far as I’m concerned, the only purpose for the ice cream is to hold up the bananas and chocolate syrup. And frozen bananas dipped in chocolate?
I’ll never forget the first time I had one of those — Knott’s Berry Farm when I was in the 7th grade and had one of my grandmothers in tow. Okay, so probably the other way around. But still.
Where was I?
Bananas on cereal, banana cream pie, banana ice cream. When you’re on a diet, sliced bananas just barely frozen and dipped into non-fat Cool Whip is a cheat for some, but have you dipped one into creamy Greek yogurt with a drizzle of honey? Shhhh….don’t tell anyone.
Bananas — I love them. So you would think I always had them in the house, able to bask in their wonderfulness whenever I wanted, but no. The guys in the house let them get brown. I have to practically wave them under their noses to get them to notice, like it’s a chore to peel one and chew it.
How can anyone not sigh over the not too sweet flavor of the fruit, and realize you’ve just had dessert without all the fat, sugar, and calories?
Except there is this dessert — with bananas, of course.