Wednesday there were three over-ripe bananas on the kitchen counter begging to be put to some purpose, so I obliged them. What with our traditional annual holiday cookie-baking weekend approaching, I thought that an entire loaf of banana nut bread might end up neglected, so I baked four mini-loaves instead, freezing three for future consumption, or maybe even to be given as part of the baked-goods gift giving.
Well, I'm here to tell you that one mini-loaf of banana nut bread does not go very far. There will soon be only two in the freezer.
While I was composing the foregoing, I heard on the radio what was described as a traditional French Christmas carol entitled "Ding Dong Merrily On High." That sounds like three Christmas songs thrown together, doesn't it? Sort of like "I'm Dreaming of a White Chestnut Roasting on a Jingle Bell Rock."
Not only is it not a particularly engaging song, it turns out that only the tune is French, a 16th-century secular ditty. The words are by some English dude, and I admit that they do make more sense if you hear the entire first phrase:
Ding dong! merrily on high
In heav'n the bells are ringing.
Still, I don't think Frosty or Rudolph need to feel threatened.
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