(If you want to skip ahead to the recipe and not read into all the reasons that I hoard bananas, just click here!)
I’ve got a funny little quirk. I love bananas. I buy big bunches of them (the organic kind) whenever I’m shopping. And I snarf them all up as I go through the week — except — except the last one!
That last banana — oh how sad! I leave it in the fruit bowl. I don’t eat it. I wait. It’s the last one so I save it until it can hardly be called a banana anymore! Poor thing.
I’m not really sure. Sometimes you leave the last bite of something out of a social sense of sharing. But I’m really the only one in my house that eats them. Maybe I’m using it as a sad and sagging little reminder that I need to go shopping for groceries soon. Or maybe I’m saving it for a ‘rainy day’ when I need a little banana to nourish me.
Well, you may now be thinking ‘Why is she talking to me about bananas?’ And really, this little quirky story isn’t really about bananas at all (though I think they’re great).
No. Its really about waiting for something really really good. Something you’ve always wanted, something you’ve been waiting for & saving for & planning on.
And yet, the expiration date comes and goes. And you’re still waiting to start.
Hanging on to perishable things. That’s really what it’s about. That little wise banana sitting in my fruit bowl is a great teacher about the power of now. It’s not going to hold onto its ripeness for me. It’s following its nature.