Pie #3: Even if it's old, don't throw it out!

Pie #3: Banana Cream Pie

This morning as I was contemplating baking another pie I spied four almost overripe bananas on my kitchen counter. When my husband saw them the other evening, he said, "You better eat those soon or we are going to have to throw them out." Bananas are an odd fruit. When you purchase them at the store, it is though you are in a race to eat them before they turn brown and go bad. You never really know when you pick up a bunch at the store whether they will last a week or turn on you tomorrow. They really are ornery little things. Most of us have that classic banana bread recipe that always comes out as the bananas begin to spot, but as I am on a pie journey this summer I opted for my classic banana cream pie. Also, I had all the ingredients in my kitchen, which was vitally important for this lazy girl who didn't want to make that dreaded trip to Wal-Mart! I acquired this recipe seven years ago when I was searching for simple summer pies that weren't loaded in calories. It is creamy and yummy and one of my hubby's favorites. I also like to double the recipe so there is vanilla pudding with whipped cream left over for dessert. Every big kid's dream!
As promised, this pie was delivered to a friend of mine who contributed to my Longest Day challenge. I attempted to pack it in a shallow box for the drive to Kathy's house, but it kept slipping and sliding as I slowly navigated the route to her door. For my first delivery, it arrived almost accident free, but I am rethinking my methods of transport for the next ones.
I love the idea of repurposing bananas into a second act: breads, pies, pudding, or cakes. They are best used right at the cusp of old. In fact, my walking buddy Ann reminded me this morning that bananas are at their sweetest when they at their ripest. This got me thinking about women and our own second (or in some cases third or fourth) acts. We approach middle age after arduous years of cultivating marriages, raising children, building careers, and doing what is expected of us. Some marriages sour. Our children grow up and leave. Often jobs become stale. The expectations are no longer important. Many of us are searching for that new path, a next act. We are like bananas: sweet, ripe, a little mushy, on the precipice of turning old, but we are not ready to be thrown out. We must write our own recipes. I'm working on figuring out mine. What is yours?

"If we don't change, we don't grow. If we don't grow, we aren't really living." ~Gail Sheehy