There are no bananas left in my kitchen 🤷‍♀️🍌

Why bananas? What is a well educated banana? What the hell is this blog?

Well, it's my blog. You're invited to read it. I think a lot. I intend a lot. I plan a lot. I do a lot. But I lose track of a lot, I mess up a lot, I learn a lot.

Recently I learned (again...to be completely honest) I'm not going to send bananas in my kids lunches any more. Oh but why! They're so easy to toss in there, they're healthy, they're all yellow and cheerful. Well, I sort of feel like I'm sending bananas for abusive day-trips to the school. They head out bright and bold, with a few freckles. Equipped with my hopes of nourishing my beloveds so they can have great days. The bananas always come back. Always looking like they've been through the banana apocalypse, there are rarely survivors. Those few that are not D.O.A. spend their remain moments looking mortally wounded on my counter-top only to be humanely terminated in a grudge-filled banana loaf.

The bananas come back changed, ready to evolve. They become well-educated bananas, ready to accept what life has thrown at them. Welcome to my smashed, tasty, yellow metaphor.