Queen Maureen

Today I mashed up 4 bananas, and embarked on the task I have been avoiding for days.  Making banana bread is one of my triggers.  It brings me back to the day I first met Vanessa, when she brought chocolate chip banana bread to my house warming party.  We were both new to the city, and trying to make friends.  We joined a blossoming community of young adults, and quickly found our tribe.  She mentioned that day that she had bananas that needed to be used, and I was hosting a potluck, so she made the delightful dish to share.  Before she and her husband left, she asked me if I wanted to keep the leftovers, since there were only 2 of them at home.  I gladly agreed, even though there was only one of me.  Money was tight, and I was stressing about how I would feed myself for the next month.  With the help of my freezer, Vanessa's banana bread kept me fed until the next paycheck.  Even in the midst of my anxiety attacks, when my appetite was ...