Wednesday, February 10, 2010
let's hear it for the banana
consider the banana. i hate bananas. they stink, they taste bad, their texture bothers me and if you put one in a garbage can (bonus if it has a coffee filter in it), your garbage will smell extra garbage-y.
despite these feelings, i have found myself a fan of the banana. not because i ever want to eat one ever, but because of their usefulness. a banana is the friend of the mother. with quiet dignity, it has become an indispensable companion, a constant on the grocery list. if i need a snack for naomi, it's there. broken in half, naomi happily walks around with the fruit clutched in her two fists. if i need a snack for the road, it's self-contained and yet easy to access. i'd rather die than have the peel stinking up my car, but i can throw the peel out the window and know that it will, invariably, be digested quickly by the earth. (this might be littering, a practice that i'm firmly against. i don't know though. it is natural...is it littering to pour a pot of burned popcorn into the bushes? if so, i may be a litterer). Best of all, it's a food that naomi views as a treat and i can give her without a moment's feeling of guilt. yes banana, you old stinky thing, you are a good friend.
but don't you ever, ever make me smell you.
consider the banana. i hate bananas. they stink, they taste bad, their texture bothers me and if you put one in a garbage can (bonus if it has a coffee filter in it), your garbage will smell extra garbage-y.
despite these feelings, i have found myself a fan of the banana. not because i ever want to eat one ever, but because of their usefulness. a banana is the friend of the mother. with quiet dignity, it has become an indispensable companion, a constant on the grocery list. if i need a snack for naomi, it's there. broken in half, naomi happily walks around with the fruit clutched in her two fists. if i need a snack for the road, it's self-contained and yet easy to access. i'd rather die than have the peel stinking up my car, but i can throw the peel out the window and know that it will, invariably, be digested quickly by the earth. (this might be littering, a practice that i'm firmly against. i don't know though. it is natural...is it littering to pour a pot of burned popcorn into the bushes? if so, i may be a litterer). Best of all, it's a food that naomi views as a treat and i can give her without a moment's feeling of guilt. yes banana, you old stinky thing, you are a good friend.
but don't you ever, ever make me smell you.
