At our house bananas just languish in the fruit bowl, looking unloved and neglected. We like bananas, we know they are all kinds of good for us but yet we buy, they brown, they get tossed. We start over again.
Every now and then I like to break the cycle by making banana bread (never have found that perfect banana bread recipe though, you know?) or muffins or seeing if the goats will eat them (yes they will, although they are somewhat suspicious of them).
Yesterday I decided to try my hand at Banana Cream Pie. I did my research on-line and then, combining suggestions and tips from various places, came up with what I thought was a fairly simple custard filling to be poured over a pre-baked crust lined with sliced bananas. It looked beautiful. Didn't it? It looks like a banana cream pie.
Except it never set up. More like banana cream soup.
Poor sad bananas. I just need to stop buying them. Okay moving on.
I love that cherry tablecloth. I bought it about five or six years ago from The Company Store (they don't have it anymore, I checked) and it is the happiest tablecloth I own. There is just something so inviting about it - like you may not be served the most gourmet meal on it but you will get something tasty, satisfying and made with love.
Maybe not a piece of banana cream pie, though.