Ode to My Frozen Banana

Oh, previously ripe banana, I'm so sorry to have left you in my car overnight. I didn't think that the frigid Pennsylvania temperatures would get the best of you like that.

You surprised me the following morning, when I saw you there on my front seat, brown and frozen and cold. Poor thing.

I didn't know what to do with you, frozen banana of mine, so I took you into my workplace and placed you on the side of my desk. It was warm inside the building, so I hoped that you would warm up and get some of your color back. Call it wishful thinking, but I thought that I could maybe even eat you later in the day.

That didn't happen. My workload caused me to forget about you, as if I already hadn't neglected you enough. By the early afternoon, your insides turned to mush and you continued to look sickly. I felt really, really bad.

Oh, previously ripe banana, I didn't know what to do with you when it looked like there was no hope. Before I let you thaw, my boss suggested that I use you to make some banana bread. You had so much potential.

But that was before I let you thaw. After the damage was done, a co-worker told me to throw you in the trash.

Throw you in the trash! Can you believe that? I couldn't have done that. You were just an innocent banana that got left in my car overnight. You did nothing wrong. Besides, you were once yellow and ripe and full of potassium. A good fruit. A healthy snack. A former member of a banana bunch that I bought at the local grocery store for precisely 54 cents a pound.

So I wrapped you in some tissues, and then a paper towel, and I decided to take you back home with me. We got in my car and I turned the heat all the way up, just for you.
When I got home, I took you out of your soft cocoon and placed you in the compost bucket. Oh previously ripe banana, may you fill the soil with nutrients and find your place amongst the other discarded fruit.  It was a pleasure to almost have eaten you.

By KAYLA PONGRAC

Our Town Correspondent

Ode to My Frozen Banana

 

Oh, previously ripe banana, I'm so sorry to have left you in my car overnight. I didn't think that the frigid Pennsylvania temperatures would get the best of you like that.

You surprised me the following morning, when I saw you there on my front seat, brown and frozen and cold. Poor thing.

I didn't know what to do with you, frozen banana of mine, so I took you into my workplace and placed you on the side of my desk. It was warm inside the building, so I hoped that you would warm up and get some of your color back. Call it wishful thinking, but I thought that I could maybe even eat you later in the day.

That didn't happen. My workload caused me to forget about you, as if I already hadn't neglected you enough. By the early afternoon, your insides turned to mush and you continued to look sickly. I felt really, really bad.

Oh, previously ripe banana, I didn't know what to do with you when it looked like there was no hope. Before I let you thaw, my boss suggested that I use you to make some banana bread. You had so much potential.

But that was before I let you thaw. After the damage was done, a co-worker told me to throw you in the trash.

Throw you in the trash! Can you believe that? I couldn't have done that. You were just an innocent banana that got left in my car overnight. You did nothing wrong. Besides, you were once yellow and ripe and full of potassium. A good fruit. A healthy snack. A former member of a banana bunch that I bought at the local grocery store for precisely 54 cents a pound.

So I wrapped you in some tissues, and then a paper towel, and I decided to take you back home with me. We got in my car and I turned the heat all the way up, just for you.

When I got home, I took you out of your soft cocoon and placed you in the compost bucket. Oh previously ripe banana, may you fill the soil with nutrients and find your place amongst the other discarded fruit.  It was a pleasure to almost have eaten you.

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