February 23rd, 2025
This morning, I awoke to a most curious discovery: it is National Banana Bread Day. The notion of dedicating an entire day to such a humble confection is both amusing and endearing. I resolved to partake in the celebration by baking a loaf, though my kitchen endeavors are often as unpredictable as the Florida weather.
As I gathered the ingredients, a sudden heat enveloped me—a flush so intense I feared I might inadvertently cook the eggs in my very hands. Such are the caprices of my four and fiftieth year; menopause, it seems, is a relentless companion, ever eager to remind me of its presence. Undeterred, I pressed on, mashing overripe bananas with a vigor that surprised even myself.
While the bread baked, I perused the morning paper and noted with interest that the Screen Actors Guild Awards are being held today in Los Angeles. The world of acting has always fascinated me; the ability to convincingly portray another’s life is a skill I greatly admire. Though, I must admit, there are days when I feel I deserve an award for my own performances—particularly when feigning composure during unexpected hot flashes.
The aroma of the banana bread soon filled my modest abode, providing a comforting balm to my fluctuating moods. As a single woman navigating the ebbs and flows of midlife, I have come to cherish these small victories. There is a unique solace in creating something with one’s own hands, even if it is merely a loaf of bread.
To you, dear reader, I impart this: Embrace the simple pleasures that each day offers. Whether it be the satisfaction of baking, the joy of a well-acted performance, or the humor found in life’s unpredictable moments, these are the threads that weave the tapestry of a contented life.
Menna Poss
Being the daily life and journal of one Menna Poss — a single lady of four and fifty, beset by heat, hilarity, and reflection.
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