B IS FOR BANANA

 



A is for Apples, baked with brown sugar and cinnamon.

B is for Bananas, especially paired with peanut butter.

C is for Corn on the cob sprinkled with salt & drenched in melted butter.

D is for doughnuts - plain cake or old fashioned - dipped in my coffee.

My Dad and I both worked across the bay in San Francisco.  Although we commuted to work on different buses, we rode the same bus home - getting off near a local coffee shop where we'd meet my Mom to have coffee and doughnuts before heading home - Mom and Dad to the family home, and me, to my apartment.  It was a special time and a great way to catch up on what was happening with both of them and the rest of my family still living at home. :)


E is for eggs - deviled.

F is for French fries – crisp, hot, salted & peppered!  No

 ketchup.

G is for Guacamole!

H is for Hawaiian pizza.

I is for Irish Cream lattes at Schnoog’s Coffee Shop on Friday

 afternoons.


J is for Jack cheese, creamy, with peppers.

K is for Kocher pickles, both dill and sweet.

L is for Lemon.  Anything with lemon.  I love lemon!

M is for Marshmallows, roasted over an open fire & made into

 S’mores with graham crackers & chocolate.  This is my cousin

 trying to eat a S’more made with a giant gooey marshmallow at

 a Lake Tahoe family camp potluck.

N is for Noodles, plain with lots of butter.  Also tasty sprinkled

 with summer savory, tarragon, & parmesan.

O is for Onion rings - battered & deep fried.

P is for Peanut butter – on a banana, in a sandwich, baked in a

 cookie, or spooned straight out of the jar! J

Q is for Quiche - most any kind, but Quiche Lorraine is my fav'

R is for Rice pudding baked with nutmeg following my Grandma B's recipe.  So creamy.  Soooo good.

S is for spumoni ice cream.

T is for Tacos – beef, in soft flour tortillas with all the fixin’s,

U is for Upside down cake.

V is for Velveeta cheese, melt-in-your-mouth yummy and makes great macaroni & cheese, or sauce for broccoli & cauliflower.

W is for watermelon, sweet & juicy

X is for Xmas cookies.  Gingerbread are my first choice.

Y is for Yams, peeled, sliced, and baked with salt & pepper, brown sugar, and butter.  And maybe a little maple syrup.

Z is for Zucchini, breaded and fried.

If you’re hungry now, my job, here, is done!

:->

La Nightingail

Comments

  1. Barbara RogersFebruary 1, 2026 at 3:30 AM

    What a fun post...I admit I groaned a bit as I realized there would be 26 shots, but then I enjoyed them all, since you had your own favorites obviously!

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    1. La NightingailFebruary 1, 2026 at 3:59 PM

      At first I was only going to feature bananas. B is for banana bread, banana muffins, banana cake, banana pie, banana pudding, banana ice cream, a banana split, a banana & peanut butter sandwich, etc. But it begam sounding a bit boring, so I decided to challenge myself with the whole alphabet instead.

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  2. Mike BrubakerFebruary 1, 2026 at 8:11 AM

    Yep, I'm hungry now. But I just had breakfast so it's too early for lunch. Maybe I could persuade my wife to do brunch but we're snowed in and it's 10° outside. Hmm. I guess I'll just review your food alphabet one more time.

    In my inherited collection of stuff are a few vintage wooden boxes that once contained bricks of Velveeta cheese. A rare kind of ephemera that in olden days usually became kindling for the stove. I use them to store assorted widgets and whatnots, but my grandmother used them for her special spools of thread and sewing machine fittings.

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    1. La NightingailFebruary 1, 2026 at 3:53 PM

      I had no idea Velveeta once came in wooden boxes. I can see where they might make good storage boxes for things. I have several old cigar boxes I use for storage. At least two of them aren't actually all that old - from the 1970's - from when I had to buy boxes of cigars which I used in a singing number in the theater. The chorus of the song went: "She sang like a nightingale, twanged her guitar, danced the cachaca, and smoked a cigar. Oh what a form, oh what a face. And she did the fandango all over the place." At the end of the song I lifted my skirt, pulled a cigar out of my garter, & threw it out to the audience. Fun.

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  3. KristinFebruary 3, 2026 at 6:32 AM

    Seeing all that food has made me hungry! Nice take on the prompt.

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