bananas.

six vEry ripe bananas cried out for vindication

in their desire to become a baked good

rather than rot in the refuse.

i complied.

papa banana bread

mama banana bread

baby banana bread

intending to gift the mama size loaf

to a new neighbor, the hubs and i cut into

the baby size loaf. yUm.

agreeing it was worthy of sharing .....

... i slipped it into a bag then tied it

with a string and wrote a short note

of welcome to the 'hood.

do people do that anymore?

gift a new neighbor with a note or more?

 the neighbors are using this residence

{typical for our area}

as a vacation home and any attempt

to intercept them failed.

 .. as such we slipped the note

at the front door then gifted the bread

to another family. leaving food items out

in our part of the world isn't wise.

bears. etc. & again, bears.

{personal recipe :: not sharing :: please forgive}