Perfect Bananas
Can you imagine them? Without blemish or bruise or speckle, a uniform yellow colour, maybe a hint of green at the corners and stems.
Perfect bananas are rare. Not surprising, considering the long journey they make from where they grew to where they will meet their fate.
But I can really appreciate a perfect banana. It’s a thing of surreal beauty. Look at it, resplendent in its excellence. Slightly curved, like a knowing grin. Really something to look at. Kinda showing off.
It wears no experience. Is this how God intended it? Perhaps “handling” has gotten a bad name. The laying on of hands can sometimes benefit.
You may think of a banana as an inconsequential fruit. But they have played a role in my life. And not just for the potassium. As long as you know there are bananas, everything is okay.
But if all bananas were perfect? I’m not sure that’s the world I would want to live in. Somewhat artificial. And speckled bananas make the very best banana bread.
Thinking about expectations on bananas. Grow older, grow sweeter, grow softer. Too much pressure? Let’s just enjoy bananas as we find them. My husband liked them on the green side, I like them super-ripe. If there is one thing (but there were many) that we had in common, it was that we did not seek perfection in our bananas.
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