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

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