Friday 4th November 2011
“There’s the bananas there if you want to do something with them. You could do baked bananas.” I said to Mum as I was getting ready to leave for work.
“How’d you do that then?” She asked.
“Peel the bananas & cut them in half down the middle. Put them in the Pyrex dish, here, & sprinkle brown sugar on top. The brown sugar’s in the cupboard here.” I said pointing to the larder. “Then splash a bit of brandy over them.”
“Ooh that sounds really lovely Jon. I’m gonna do that.” She said with real intent.
She never did get time to make it & nor did I until she left yesterday. But it was Mum’s seal of approval that spurred me into making it last night & the fact that the bananas were looking a little worse for wear & probably wouldn’t make it through the night.
As I started pulling the bananas apart, I reflected on how great it had been to cook with Mum this past few weeks. It’s nice to have someone to ask questions of, bounce ideas off & to generally be around while I pulled it all together in the kitchen. She was great company to have in my work space & useful to boot. Thanks for being my sous chef Mum.
I gave Zephy a fairly healthy portion after dinner & garnished it with some single cream. What was once a big, fat, hearty fruit when raw, gets reduced to a soft, gooey, caramelised banana that mixes beautifully with the cream.
“Dad?,” Zephyrus asked when he had finished. “Can I have a little bit more please?…Just a little bit.”
“Of course you can darling.”
Two votes of confidence in one week. Oh, the heady heights!