One more week ‘til the move.
I have to tell you what happened to me last week. I was the only one home in the morning and I was getting ready to leave for the office. I came down from the upstairs (my perch) and realized that I didn’t eat any breakfast. Upstairs in our sitting room we have our coffee pot and a small toaster oven to get us through the morning time. Neal loves Pop Tarts and I don’t care if I never see one ever again since that has been breakfast since January 12.
Back to the story, I made my way downstairs and there was this beautiful perfect banana in the basket right on the counter. Exactly what I needed and wanted. I gathered up my stuff that I wag and drag and was making my way to the garage door. I reached out for my banana only to find it was a plastic banana with a Chiquita sticker on it.
What kind of a person keeps a plastic banana in the fruit basket? Really? I pondered this all the way to work. Why? And with a real paper sticker on it!
When we all returned home that evening I asked in a very matter-of-fact tone “what kind of a person keeps a plastic banana in their fruit basket?” They all laughed hysterically and I realized I should have never revealed that I mistook it for a real one. Sister said it had been there for years—ever since her daughter was in high school. She didn’t know why it was there only that it was a family tradition.
Of course you know the rest… every time we had anything to eat, that banana was on my plate. And when anyone went to the store, they asked, “Need any bananas?” I will think of something to get them back, don’t you worry. Until next time, tell me about something like this in your family. We all have that one family member!
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Making biscuits, I had them on the table nice and hot our friends took the first bite oh my was a horrible look on her face. I jumped up and made another batch this time with baking powder.
Another banana story, if I may. When my three boys were still pre-schooler age we lived in Columbiana where my husband practiced medicine. Shelby County had no hospital in the early 60’s and patients phone calls rang frequently all during the night. One morning after a night of lots of phone ringing I was so tired I didn’t get out of bed at the usual 5:00 a. m.. Dr. Bancroft was still away on a house call and would have breakfast out. My eldest early bird came into my bedroom and asked when I was going to prepare breakfast. I told him to get some bananas from the bowl on the kitchen table and cut them up into bowls with a table knife. He and his brothers could have bananas with milk and a little sugar. I could hear them in the kitchen preparing and eating their first course of breakfast. When I got into the kitchen there were three bowls with spoons and residues of milk but the bananas were all still in their large bowl and the boys were in their play room. “What did you eat for breakfast?” I called. The breakfast helper-son came into the kitchen and explained. “Well, when I opened the fridge for milk I found a bag of marshmallows, so we just had marshmallows and milk and sugar”.
My husband, John and family were out on our boat on a sunny day and had brought some fruit roll-ups for snacks. John was driving the boat and reached into the box to have a fruit roll-up snack. He took a big bite of it and then realized it was very chewy. He had not realized you need to unroll the snack first to remove the plastic liner before eating. This happened a very long time ago but if memory serves me, he actually ate several bites before realizing his mistake. We still tease him about it more than 20 years later.
My Mom had a bowl of plastic fruit when was young. Shame on me-I put my teeth
marks i n each one and I knew they were wax
Looks like we all needed some
levity! Such an adorable story.
You are wished the best of love
and happiness in your home.
Can’t wait to see pictures.
You are the best!
It was Christmas time, and all the family (many, many family) went to my aunt and uncle’s house for dinner. I was eight, and had to use the bathroom. I spotted a bowl of ‘candy’ on a little table, and decided to stick a couple in my mouth….okay, more than a couple. When I walked out of the bathroom, everyone was staring at me. I had shoved bath beads in my mouth. I was foaming at the mouth with lots of liquid and bubbles. Never again!
Chocolate covered cherries would always look good in the basket with the banana!
I truly needed a chuckle today!!
I will never forget when I was young and visiting a neighbor with my mother and popped a plastic grape in my mouth right before my mom and neighbor entered the room. I was so mortified I swallowed it so I wouldn’ t have to let them know I thought the grapes were real.
Many years ago I was staying with my big sister. It was my job to put some veggies in the oven to roast. I prepared the veggies and sprinkled some oil on top and put them in the oven to cook. About an hour later we all sat down to eat our meal and horror’s the veggies tasted of ………soap !!!!!
What I didn’t know, was that big sister had put “dish washing liquid”into an old oil bottle. It looked like oil to me, label and all.
Needless to say the veggies were ruined and we had baked beans on toast instead !!!! It took me many years to live that down (although to this day I still dont think it was my fault) so I know exactly how you feel.
Brother Ken came home from college to our parents empty house & being a typical young man was hungry. He opened the fridge then the freezer and saw a container containing something frozen & white which he thought was leftover home made ice cream. So, he scooped himself up a large dish and took his first bite of mom’s extra stash of “lard”!! We never let him forget that either. Family fun is the best!
I do hope you are planning to share your pictures of your new home with us. It has built up such anticipation to read about your adventures as you await the completion. Lovely pictures always serve as good inspiration for changes that I need to make. We have been in our home for 19 years now: it is due for some large refreshing : )
A very funny story, thank you for the laugh today Phyllis. I can’t wait to read about how you got your family back.
When I was growing up, my mom had a beautiful capodimonte fruit basket on our kitchen table. One day while I was enjoying a bowl of cherries, I added one to the basket. That fresh cherry stayed on that basket for weeks and no one noticed!! The cherry finally shriveled up and then we all had a good laugh about it. Nice memories to cherish.
My daughter does the same thing, it really looks like the real thing.
Too funny. I needed a little levity today. They demolished my kitchen yesterday and are removing all the wood and tile floors in our house in preparation for our remodel. I have retreated to our cottage in Mississippi to escape the dust and general chaos. Like you I’m sure, my mantra has become “It will be worth it.” Just keep repeating,”It will be worth it.”
I “inherited” a fruit plastic via my mother ‘s sister. Well let me tell you all this is some beautiful fruit. My aunt bought fruit shaped forms and they have individual beads put in by straight pins. Several beads per pin.
. You used to see Christmas ornament kits like this. Talk about time consuming! And have some heft to them too. However no sticker . Believe me, I know you weren’t the only person to fall for the perfect, non blemished fruit only to discover it was faux
When all that’s left is one banana, it’s a reminder to buy fruit!
That is too hilarious!
I will send you a plastic fruit basket for a housewarming gift!
And only you could think of this…….haha.
It sounds like your family has quite a sense of humor! I love it. I’m looking forward to what you come up with to get them back, Phyllis! No banana jokes here, I admire you immensely, plastic banana included.
Lidy, thank you!!!