banana froth and acid.

Sometimes my imagination gets the best of me. Usually, it is quiet, docile, and well adjusted to the life I am told to lead. But sometimes, when I am most myself...that is most the me that I would be if I did not have so much practice at being 'well rounded', 'well behaved' or whatever form of civilization someone has decided I need, anyway. Sometimes, when I am most myself, my imagination sneaks up on me. Today, it was making banana bread. The bananas and sugar were all whipped, frothy and ready for the dry ingredients. I began to add the cinnamon which popped the frothy bubbles it fell on, mesmerizing me.

And suddenly there was a city in my bowl beset by acid rain and it was doomed. And then? Then I realized I had added well past one teaspoon of cinnamon in my zeal to destroy the miniature city below. All the same, the bread was very tasty which I guess is what really counts, right?