My father, the man whose DNA and, likely, emotional baggage, I continue to carry.
I like to think that I've gotten over the most of that, just as somehow I survived being reared a Free Will Baptist.
A jury might rule otherwise.
With this in mind, I wanted to share his manner of making a bannanna sandwich.
Find a nanner
Peel it and put it on a plate
Do not mock the naked nanner. It will soon be a part of you.
Smoosh the nanner with a fork.
Find the mayonaise.
Use the fork to put a blob of mayo on the smooshed nanner.
Mix it all together.
Now find the bread
Put four slices on the plate.
Put smooshed nanner and mayo on two slices.
My daddy stopped here. Closed the sammiches. And chowed down with a glass of sweet tea.
As you know, I cannot leave well enough alone.
Find the rolled oats.
Sprinkle oats on the nanner smoosh.
Now, you can eat.
I'll have a beer instead of sweet tea.
BTW, Daddy ate slimy oatmeal every morning of his life. That's likely one reason that I rarely touch the mess. Besides, the leftovers always gave the cats the squirts.
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