Dirty dishes? This is a great photo because this is all I had to dirty in order to make two loaves of banana bread this fine Sunday morning. I found a new recipe, located the overripe bananas that the Ex-Ex had stashed on top of the refrigerator (the man detests messy countertops), and stirred up something that is still baking and smells heavenly. Excuse me for a minute– the oven timer is beeping.
So, random stuff this morning.
Kennedy, the cutest baby in the world continues to grow. She is almost two weeks old. Gramma and Granddad are totally in love. As are Mommy and Daddy. Seven pounds of perfection. Pretend Daughter #1 just gave birth yesterday to a bundle of baby boy. I am thinking arranged marriage.
I am preparing for my annual student trip to France. This will be my 30th anniversary trip. How the heck did that happen, I wonder? Anyway, the checklists are growing, but I am crossing off as much as I am adding. I think. I have 22 kiddos and 2 other teachers going with me this year. Delta began offering a non-stop flight to Paris from my hometown airport last May and, although this crop of kids cannot fully appreciate it, they are so lucky. I will be a much happier traveler which means they will, too. No running through airports to catch a connecting flight that may or may not have left already. (I have been known to beg for the doors to be opened to let us on.) We leave on Thursday. Paris, Normandy D-Day sites, including a tour and wreath ceremony at the Normandy American Cemetery, a visit with our pen pals at the Collège Anne-Marie Javouhey in Senlis, a macaron-making lesson at L’Atelier des Gâteaux for part of the group, éclair-making at La Cuisine Paris for others, and a tour of the Stade de France for a small group of boys. And the usual sites in Paris– the Louvre, Notre-Dame, the Musée d’Orsay, Sacré Coeur and Montmartre. Throw in some crêpes, Berthillon ice cream, macarons from Ladurée and Pierre Hermé, and shopping at Galeries Lafayette and Monoprix while in Paris, course. Falafel in the Marais, strolling along the Seine, a boatride on the river, gliding under the Pont Alexandre III and Le Pont Neuf, making wishes under the Napoléon bridge, finding at least a couple of passages to wander through, a trip to the top of the Eiffel, bien sûr. Then Avignon bound on the TGV. The Palais des Papes and perhaps the Pont du Gard on the way to Arles, “my” French town. Only two nights there unfortunately, but two is better than one or none. A morning drive through the Camargue on the way to Aigues Mortes, a visit to a salt-harvesting facility (a first for me), and a few hours at the Arles Saturday market before heading back to Paris. I will get to see all of my favorite Frenchies while I am in France. My heart is happy at the thought of this. Time to drag my suitcase out of the closet where it has been since January and start filling it. Sticking to my list, of course. Hahaha- I am a terrible packer.
What have I been reading lately? I just finished this one.
I am in love with Henry Swann. This is Charles Salzberg‘s latest in a series featuring Swann. Charles and I are email pals. I hope/dream about/would love to attend his writers’ workshop in NYC someday.
I get daily emails from BookBub offering up inexpensive (and sometimes free) books for my Kindle. I am reading Blackbird Fly by Lise McClendon right now. It is the first in a series about the Bennett Sisters. This one features Merle, whose husband has just died, leaving her a pile of debts, a unknown mistress and daughter, and a house in France. I cannot put it down (translation: I have stayed up way too late the last two nights reading) because Merle is a believable character. A 50 year old, intelligent, non-glamourous woman whose life takes quite a turn after her husband dies of a heart attack at his desk. And before you even wonder, yes, I have downloaded the next three books in the series. I am addicted to authors that way.
Quick coffee and banana bread break…
Another book at the top of my list– dear darling Pat Conroy‘s final novel, published posthumously. A Lowcountry Heart: Reflections on a Writing Life. Says Amazon:
Final words and heartfelt remembrances from bestselling author Pat Conroy take center stage in this winning nonfiction collection, supplemented by touching pieces from Conroy’s many friends.
I’ve loved Pat’s writing since I picked up The Great Santini years ago. I even talked the Ex-Ex into reading it and he never reads fiction. However, so much of Pat’s life is wrapped up in his writing, that it’s not really fiction. We have both read all of his novels, ending with The Death of Santini. Santini was Pat’s dad. Thank you for the recommendation, Miss Anna T!
I am not really a shopper. I loathe trying on clothes. This week, however, I happened upon two bargains.
Pale pink linen from Chico’s. My favorite color. I was at The Stock Exchange, a consignment shop in Chapel Hill, and it caught my eye. It was already on sale, I had a $10 gift certificate from my last shopping adventure there, so I ended up spending $1.63. Can’t wait to wear it.
Navy blue and white polka dots from Crown and Ivy at Belk’s. I am normally a black dress/pants/skirt/sweater kind of girl, but this caught my eye. I have a thing for polka dots. Once again, on sale. Around $10. Go me. I look forward to wearing it with jeans in Paris. Très chic, n’est-ce pas?
Lo and behold, I just found out, thanks to a text from the BFF and CBS Sunday Morning, that berets are back in style! I have never worn one, but I think I may change that. Being the snob that I can be, though, it will have to be one made in France, the traditional way. Laulhere is the gold standard in France, it seems. Perhaps Bertrand, our French ACIS tour manager will be able to help and give advice…
(photo: CBS News)
My goal for Lent this year– place one item of clothing into a bag for each day of Lent. This will be given to The Salvation Army after Easter. Admit it. Most of us have way too much. There are many out there without enough.
Enough randomness for this morning. I will leave you with yesterday’s photo of Granddad and Granddaughter.
As I wrote yesterday on my Facebook page:
I love this photo. The beginning of a very important bond. My Papa was a major influence in my life from my birth to his death. I was lucky to live next door and spend many hours with him.
New life. New beginnings. New love.
Easy Sunday Morning Banana Bread
adapted from Simply Recipes
makes 1 loaf, 4 x 8
- 2 to 3 very ripe bananas, peeled
- 1/3 cup melted butter
- 1 teaspoon baking soda
- Pinch of salt
- 1/2 cup sugar
- 1 large egg, beaten
- 1 teaspoon vanilla extract (I also used rum flavoring)
- 1 1/2 cups of all-purpose flour (I added about 1/2 teaspoon of ground cinnamon to the flour)
- I sprinkled turbinado sugar on top to give it a crunchy finish
1 Preheat the oven to 350°F (175°C), and butter a 4×8-inch loaf pan.
2 In a mixing bowl, mash the ripe bananas with a fork until completely smooth. Stir the melted butter into the mashed bananas.
3 Mix in the baking soda and salt. Stir in the sugar, beaten egg, and vanilla extract. Mix in the flour.
4 Pour the batter into your prepared loaf pan. Bake for 50 minutes to 1 hour at 350°F (175°C), or until a tester inserted into the center comes out clean. (Mine was completely done at 50 minutes. Be sure to test and not overbake.)
5 Remove from oven and cool completely on a rack. Remove the banana bread from the pan. Slice and serve.
Bon appétit. Bon dimanche. Have a lovely week. Be kind. Be brave. Treat others the way you want to be treated. Or even better.