YERT is officially on a "rest" weekend. Which really only means that we are working feverishly at someone's lovely home and not going out to interview anyone or shoot video. We are capturing and blogging and organizing, sleeping in between, being married (well, 2 of us) and recharging from the road.
So, last night we went for dinner at a little sandwich place here in Winchester, Mass, and laid out our usual request for no paper or plastic. The gentleman who took our order also prepared it and even went a step further - no plastic trays when he brought us our meals! (Thank you, gentleman, you gave us even more food for thought.) He told us that our sandwiches would normally come with potato chips, in plastic bags, so Ben asked him if we could substitute pickles instead, and our gentleman brought them right away on a little plate.
Directly afterward, inspired by Marks' childhood stories of his mama getting slightly out-of-date fruit from the back of the grocery in tight times, I suggested that we ask the grocer at Whole Foods if they had any "expiring" bananas we might be allowed for banana bread. We walked in, and I hardly had my hand on the shoulder of the sweet guy bending over the peaches before we were handed 2 bunches of brown-spotted bananas, "You can have em," he said, "I was just gonna take them in the back to the compost." So, into our little chico-bag they went and we were sent away with his blessing. "If anyone stops you, just tell them Steve said it's ok." (Thank you, Steve.) No one did.
As soon as we got home, I made banana bread from my grandmama's recipe with the organic bananas from Whole Foods, with eggs laid by Anj's hens at Paradise Alpaca Farm, and with chocolate chips from our host, Susan's, kitchen. (Thank you Grandmama, Anj and Susan!) Always good but more delicious because of the gifts that went into the batter.
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