A receipt for a banana, rice and a coffee.
Tonight. It was tonight. Tonight when i had the in laws over for dinner.
What to cook?
My sister was a fussy eater and they were really her in laws, not mine. Her little villa was too small to host the larger family we were meeting with. So i had invited everyone to my place.
And with a baby on the way, she had left me to do all the planning and catering.
My sister hated fruit, but i really thought the best desserts all used fruit in them. How to compromise?
These thoughts were running through my head as i stood in the large supermarket, staring at the endless shelves, trying to dream something up.
Suddenly i had it!
I had the compromise!
With more confidence than i felt, i strode to the aisle containing rice, and grabbed a bag. Then i marched to the fresh produce part of the store and picked up a solitary banana.
I’d make rice pudding and put a single banana into the recipe to keep both of us happy.
After paying for it, i stood outside the supermarket for a little bit.
My brother in law, my sister’s husband, rang to say he’d be late in picking me up.
I wandered back into the store.
I needed a coffee!