I had bananas which had turned "brown and yucky" [thank you, Sid the Science Kid], so I pulled out my Granma's banana bread recipe. She wrote it down for me on June 11, 2005. This is the standard banana bread recipe used, from my side of the family.
3 ripe bananas [mashed]
1 1/4 c. sugar
2 T. salad dressing [miracle whip]
2 T. orange juice
1 T. salad oil
1 egg
1/2 c. sweet milk
2 c. flour + 1 t.baking soda
Mix it all together and bake 1 hour at 350 degrees.
We had this last night for dessert. It was extra warm and special - as I reflected on my Granma's personality. I woke up this morning with the delicious aroma lingering, in the air. As I enjoyed a thick slice, last night, I sat at our table and was so grateful for having memories of her, in our new home. Granma isn't well. She's the only grandma I've ever known. Sometimes, and the past week, is one of these times, I wish I could stop life from evolving so much. I can't.In July of 1985, when I was 8 years old, Granma told me about having a relationship with Jesus, and that night, I chose God and his Son, in the room I always stayed in at Granma's house. I woke up and told Granma about my action. She was beaming with joy. In 7th grade, I wrote a paper about it for an english class. I didn't keep the paper. I have the memory of an " A" across the top left corner of it, and a note from my gruff, male teacher that read, "Inspiring." I was nervous about that paper...because I thought it would be too religious.
I don't know how much longer Granma has, here. She lives in Pennsylvania and I live in Iowa. We are not at liberty to make a trip out there this moment - and it's not been easy to feel like I'm the definition of the cliche, "the road to hell is paved with good intentions." But that is how I feel. It will pass, as all realities of inadequacies do.
3 ripe bananas [mashed]
1 1/4 c. sugar
2 T. salad dressing [miracle whip]
2 T. orange juice
1 T. salad oil
1 egg
1/2 c. sweet milk
2 c. flour + 1 t.baking soda
Mix it all together and bake 1 hour at 350 degrees.
We had this last night for dessert. It was extra warm and special - as I reflected on my Granma's personality. I woke up this morning with the delicious aroma lingering, in the air. As I enjoyed a thick slice, last night, I sat at our table and was so grateful for having memories of her, in our new home. Granma isn't well. She's the only grandma I've ever known. Sometimes, and the past week, is one of these times, I wish I could stop life from evolving so much. I can't.In July of 1985, when I was 8 years old, Granma told me about having a relationship with Jesus, and that night, I chose God and his Son, in the room I always stayed in at Granma's house. I woke up and told Granma about my action. She was beaming with joy. In 7th grade, I wrote a paper about it for an english class. I didn't keep the paper. I have the memory of an " A" across the top left corner of it, and a note from my gruff, male teacher that read, "Inspiring." I was nervous about that paper...because I thought it would be too religious.
I don't know how much longer Granma has, here. She lives in Pennsylvania and I live in Iowa. We are not at liberty to make a trip out there this moment - and it's not been easy to feel like I'm the definition of the cliche, "the road to hell is paved with good intentions." But that is how I feel. It will pass, as all realities of inadequacies do.
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