The Banana Tree
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When I brought it home, there was laughter and rolled eyes. She always knew I was a sucker for kitchen gadgets, but really- a stand with a hook on it to hold bananas? She thought I was bananas. I don't even eat bananas.
But the Banana Tree proved useful, and it gained a place of prominence, right between the napkins and knives.
Since she's been away, the banana tree has stood empty.
I finally broke down and bought a couple.
The kitchen just didn't seem right without them.
4 Comments:-
Some Chilean Woman said...
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Professor Batty said...
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Anonymous said...
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Aw, that's a sad story! You should make some very nutty banana bread to cheer yourself up!
I'm eating the bananas, they aren't bad on cereal...
(and she'll be back in 10 days!)
I thought that was really romantic!
I like it.
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