Monday, Monday

Bah-da bah-da-da-da Bah-da bah-da-da-da Bah-da bah-da-da-da

Monday, Monday, can't trust that day Monday, Monday, sometimes it just turns out that way Oh Monday mornin' you gave me no warnin' of what was to be Oh Monday, Monday, how could you leave and not take me

Every other day, every other day Every other day of the week is fine, yeah But whenever Monday comes, but whenever Monday comes A-you can find me cryin' all of the time

We hold this truth to be self-evident: Monday is the most rotten day of the week. Maybe you are an optimist, or perhaps you do a job that you love, but I’d still challenge if you said you’ve never had a bad Monday. If you have had a primary education, if you ever had a job solely for the funds it provided, if you’ve ever taken a week of holidays only to return on a Monday – then you know the feeling I am talking about.

A week ago I awoke to find myself firmly entrenched into one of those Mondays. Mondays of packed public transport, empty bottles of milk, spilt tea and butter-side down burnt toast. The Monday I was facing wasn’t even particularly bad looking on paper. There was an event at work that took me away from my desk and emails, it even had a free lunch thrown in. But when one of those Monday’s finds you there is almost nothing that will bring you round, except sleep and Tuesday.

The only balm that will soothe on such a day is comfort food. I don’t mean junk, at least not for myself, I mean food that fills, food that makes you feel happy, that hugs you and says it’s OK and it will be Tuesday soon.

It may be a good mac’n’cheese, or a toastie with all the trimmings, perhaps it’s a bowl of pasta or meatballs to your Nonna’s recipe, or miso, or nice big creamy curry. Mine would probably be any of those things but the memory of being greeted by my Mum’s fresh banana bread after school is especially comforting. I made this bread on Monday and as the smells of baking banana wafted through the flat I felt better instantly.

The sad fact is that Queensland, as with the rest of Australia, is going though it’s second banana drought in five years with the reported price of banana being up to AU$18.99 per kilo! Friends have tales of banana starved cravings of going out to the shops in rabid delight to buy and savour one single banana at the price of AU$2.99. But they just HAD to have it.

Luckily I’m not a huge fan of the yellow devil but if I didn’t have access to the beloved banana I would miss Mum’s banana bread.

Banana Bread (a la Mum)

1/2 cup butter

1 cup sugar

2 eggs

2 cups S.R.flour

3/4 teasp. bicarb.

4 or 5 mashed bananas -*"mature " ones are fine.

 

Mix or blend thoroughly.

Put in a loaf tin.

Bake in a mod. oven - 150 deg. C - for an hour.

Slice when cold and spread with butter if preferred.

 

Lucky you to have cheap bananas!

Love from

Mum

*NB: “Mature” means black – almost to the point where you can pour them out of their no-longer-yellow skins.