My Nanny Cherry passed when I was only around five years old, so it’s hard to differentiate between what I’ve been told, what I’ve seen in photos and what I truly remember of her. However, I’m almost certain her appearing from behind the beaded curtain that covered the entrance to her kitchen with pumpkin fritters, …
I love a banana; cereal topped with banana, banana milkshake, banana cake… yes please. In my opinion, they’re at their prime when the banana peel is bright yellow with some brown spots, but much like a ripe avocado, there’s such a small window of time for The Perfect Banana— anything before the freckled-goodness and it’s …
