Sunshine on the back of my neck makes me happy.Also, banana chips. I used to go to camp every summer at High Braes, which is about a half hour drive from my house. It was (and still is) free for the kids who attend, and mostly supported by area congregations. I'm sure there were many things that my mom liked about sending me to camp, but every year I would look forward to eating banana chips at lunch. I never saw them outside of High Braes, so I thought of them as a special 'church camp' item that only the cook at the Braes could find. They fascinated me; I understood that raisins were dried grapes, and prunes were dried plums, and I had seen other dried fruits, but dried bananas just seemed magical.
At some point, perhaps in high school, I found a tub of banana chips at the grocery store. It was shocking, paradigm shifting- I could just buy banana chips on my own, without going to church camp! I could eat banana chips all year 'round! I could eat them in the hay! I could eat them every day! I could eat them on a boat! I could eat them with a goat! (but I wouldn't share them with the goat, because I like them too much.)Anyway, I like banana chips. I got a box from my mom yesterday that had banana chips and yogurt raisins in it, among other things. I like yogurt raisins, but the tub of banana chips was the most exciting thing I've seen all week.
Hooray for banana chips. And sunshine- they go together.
5 comments:
What about freckles? I would have thought that "freckles" would come before "banana chips" when thinking about sunshine, for a pasty--excuse me, pale!--person such as yourself.
I do like my freckles, but they don't taste particularly good or come in a box from my mom. I might like them almost as much as banana chips, though.
they go together... chang chang, changity chang shoo bop?
What makes me happy? When Julie updates her blog more than once every ten days.
Whoa, the peanut gallery's getting a bit rowdy.
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