Log in

No account? Create an account

Previous Entry | Next Entry


Charlotte "helped" me make banana bread last night.  Everything she helps with takes twice as long, but I guess that's what I signed up for when I made myself responsible for an unformed human being, isn't it?  Teaching her to help.

She had great fun mashing the bananas - and did a great job.


( 9 comments — Leave a comment )
Feb. 20th, 2016 11:04 am (UTC)
I've been wanting banana bread. That's one of the things that no one in my family makes better than me (even if we use the same recipe, for some reason...strange how there are some things like that. Mind you, I modify the recipe so much it's barely half as it originally was, and everyone else forgets to make the modifications). Every member of my family is like that...my mother is actually a TERRIBLE cook (she overcooks everything and often leaves ingredients out because she's always trying to take short cuts and get done faster, and she never stays to monitor anything...she abandons it all to timers), but even though my baby sis is an amazing one, even she does not make better apple pie than my momma. :) And Virgie makes the best fudge. I don't know why. (Dad makes the best foccacia bread.) Anyway, mine's banana bread, and I want some.

But we don't have any elderly bananas right now, fooey. We have one fresh one and that's it.

You're lucky it's only twice as long. My little cousin Maddie (who isn't that little any more...she'll be 11 this spring) is the clutziest kid in the entire world, with a monstrous desire to help with absolutely everything (of course it's wearing off a bit as she ages) and anything she helps with will take three times longer. Or four. Though she's very good at elementary math...I tend to forget what I'm doing in the middle of things when I'm working with numbers. They're just so...unmemorable.

Oh...Maddy. I forgot, she spells her name Maddy, so I guess I have to, too.
Feb. 20th, 2016 10:16 pm (UTC)
Just noticed my comment is ten times longer than your entire entry. Oops. Gotta work on that...
Feb. 22nd, 2016 04:11 am (UTC)
Nah - no worries.
Feb. 22nd, 2016 04:14 am (UTC)
We didn't have any elderly bananas either. But the other week when we had friends over for dinner someone mentioned banana bread in passing, and Charlotte made a noise and straightened in her chair like someone had goosed her. When I asked if she wanted to make banana bread, she shook her head so hard it was comical. So we bought bananas and let them sit.

I grit my teeth and let her help. I have to let her be involved now if I want her to be involved later. It's cute, but infuriating.
Feb. 22nd, 2016 07:49 pm (UTC)
We got some new bananas now, too. Hopefully they don't all get eaten before time. (We like bananas.)

Yeah, since Maddy's not mine, I generally end up refusing her help, because I just can't stand it. I have no energy, ever, so having the double or triple burden of having her help is too much...I can't get through it without disaster. But if it's a day where I have more energy...or if I were her mom instead of just her cousin...it's our job to help them figure out how to grow up, after all. But man, it's exhausting. And I'm only a cousin who usually avoids helping with the upbringing.
Feb. 23rd, 2016 12:39 pm (UTC)
Lucky for me (I guess,) the bananas went yucky shockingly fast - I like bananas too. Although it sounds like the cavendish bananas are not long for this world - I wonder what the next variety will be.

I think you're exactly right about Maddy. Honestly, if you're not mom or dad - it's optional. I took this on myself when we decided to reproduce. But *mine* exhausts me, and I can't imagine coping with a kid who isn't mine!

Isn't that weird? I still don't like kids...
Feb. 23rd, 2016 01:23 pm (UTC)
My failure to like children is so strong that I'd be afraid I wouldn't even manage to like my own. It'd be unconscionable for me to have one (not that I want to be in a relationship anyway, so it's a total non-issue.) I was relieved you were able to love yours :) That probably sounds like a very questionable thing to say, but...

Other people say things like 'of course you'll love it when it's YOURS', but I'm not so sure that's 100% guaranteed. Now, I grant you I probably a bit of a freak of nature...but I doubt I'm the only one out there who genuinely does not enjoy children and might not be able to enjoy even their own. So I was glad for you when you found Charlotte to be plenty special, since you seemed less like someone who just doesn't know what they're talking about and more like someone who really just doesn't find kids all that wondrously fun and adorable, in general. I'm somewhat okay with kids once they get big enough to have proper conversations, but before that...yikes. I'm very cranky around them because I find them irritating. It takes an exhausting amount of effort for me to be friendly towards children. (I don't like to be around ANY people, but kids are more tiring because the adults don't care when you just disappear on them. You actually have to STAY with the kids.)

In my experience, all bananas taste the same. Even those baby bananas which are supposedly sweeter...they taste the same as any other banana, to me. But I guess we'll see. :)
Feb. 23rd, 2016 03:32 pm (UTC)
That doesn't sound questionable at all - so far you're the only person who has ever understood my concern that maybe I *wouldn't* like my own. Speaking generally, I am NOT maternal. I find that these days I'm more accepting of kids at arms length - I'll smile at a baby, or make small talk with Charlotte's friends when they approach me, but I'm still not a kids person.

Honestly, I always viewed the baby/toddler stages as time to be gotten through. Babies are cute, but that's all they do. I much prefer the interactive toy. Now that she's reading and doing things and having opinions, she's much more appealing.

From what I read, the Cavendish - which is what all the bananas you can buy in the store are smaller and less tasty than the Gros Michel, which was pretty much wiped out. But I'm sure we'll get used to whatever comes next.
Feb. 23rd, 2016 03:47 pm (UTC)
I really don't like when people take on that blase manner and toss out 'oh, it's different when they're YOURS', like it's a foregone conclusion and no one in the history of ever has ever been different. If I did end up in some very bizarre situation which ended up in me having a kid, I'd be very worried that I wouldn't love it, that it would be a constant effort to be friendly and not irritable or resentful toward it. Anyway, you sounded like you meant what you said back pre-Charlotte when you said you weren't very maternal and being totally put off by breast-feeding and all the other stuff, so I felt like you might be like me, and I was afraid it might be very difficult, which was why I was relieved that it turned out (though I'm sure everyone else is like 'of COURSE it did!'. I just didn't feel that certainty.)

The bananas they had that were about three inches long and had a reddish skin, that they called 'red' bananas...they sold them saying they were sweeter. But to me all that was different was that they were a tiny bit denser. Maybe creamer. But the very same taste. Except miniature. And whatever other bananas they make, I'm sure I'll like them too. Pretty sure. :)
( 9 comments — Leave a comment )