banana bath

i drink espresso as i deliver this ode to bananas around the world. unfortunately, i have not yet been all around the world to gather countless varieties of the species, Musa acuminata, Musa balbisiana or hybrids Musa acuminata × balbisiana, but rather I had three plump bananas maturing in a brown paper bag for over a week that were sweetly singing to me last night. You see, they desired a decadent massage from my fingertips and they also begged to be blended with macadamia nuts, white chocolate chunks, 1 cup of flour, a drizzle of olive oil, cinnamon, clove, a generous sprinkling of madagascar vanilla beans, dried blueberries, salt, baking soda, and 1 beaten egg smoothed over their lovely members. And that is the baked concoction that fuels my fingers to type up this recollection. It should also energize me to pick up the camera and snap a photo of the half eaten masterpiece before it is TOO LATE! Note: I did not add any extra sugar and my official taster and pleaser noticed. The bananas are so sweet and I did not want to enhance, hinder the strong banana flavor at all so I let them be. Let it be.

Not so negative

Why be negative? Why contribute more negative energy to the universe than necessary? When you only contribute negative energy, you will only receive negative energy.

Today, Sunday, as I went about my errands, my mind was pleasantly blank. I walked 4 miles and spent nearly $100 on groceries and food with only the pleasant warmth of the sun and the cool invigorating pacific ocean breeze. I truly love to tell you that my home is San Francisco city. I am proud of my neighborhoods.

Anyway I want to talk about my love for seaweed. I absolutely love to eat seaweed! And wasabi has offered such an intoxicating sense of taaaaste ahh my mouth waters to think of it. But I ate a whole box of samoas so I wouldn’t think of putting anything else past my lips. It’s Monday. Not Sunday. I should sleep. Sigh. We spend 1/3 of our life sleeping. And apparently, another third of our life on the Internet. Seize the moment. And live in peace. How pure and wonderful to have an empty, a still, a peaceful mind. That is zen.

With love, dryflour

p.s Why why why should I have to poop on a toilet??? Isn’t it obvious that the best way to poop is in the squatting position? I suppose I could try to rest my feet on the toilet seat and balance myself above the toilet, but…yea. I guesss that’s my best solution. From now on, let us squat and shit.