A part of me truly dislikes the saying: When life gives you lemons, make lemonade. I know that the meaning behind it is full of wisdom. You should make the best of whatever situation you’re in. The problem is, that whenever the saying comes to mind, it usually means that life is giving me lemons. And that is not always fun.
Nate and I were supposed to have a date night tonight, but he called around dinner-time to say that he’d have to work late. He had to work until 11pm, to be exact. And instantly I felt my spirits drop. It didn’t help that work had been extremely hectic, and I had pretty much survived by continuously thinking about spending an evening with my hubby. Sigh…
But on the drive home, as I listened to Chris Allen sing Live Like We’re Dying, I decided to stop pouting and to just make the best of an evening alone.
Sooooo…. I took out my favorite cookbooks….
Baking a pie on the other hand…
People always tell me that I make a great pie crust, but they do not see the excruciating agony that goes behind just one of my crusts. Almost every time, the first crust I make sticks dreadfully to the countertop or completely falls in half when I try to delicately lay it on top of my pie pan. So then I make a completely new crust and this one usually comes out better, although I have to carefully mold it together to patch up the thin spots. It’s an interesting thing to see and is proof that a cooking show on television is NOT my calling. But if it all comes out in the end and I present the pie with a smile, then all is well that ends well. 🙂
So anyway, onto the subject of bananas. As I was mulling over the whole ‘making lemonade when life gives you lemons’ thought, I came to the conclusion that I really should make some fresh lemonade… just cause. But I only had one lemon and that wouldn’t make much, so I instead grabbed for the large bunches of ripe bananas that were sitting on top of my fridge. Hey, they’re both yellow!! 🙂
Nate and I are having his brother and one of his gal pals over tomorrow night, and Nate had asked me to make my Banana Fluff Pie. So I sliced the bananas, made the fluffy filling, and poured and layered the thick goodness into my crust. And it did help me to feel better, especially since it made my slightly lacking crust look pretty.
But the happiest moment of all came when Nate called again and said, “Hey, Hun, I get to come home early!”