I think in the last year we have probably had two straight-forward banana-eating guests. Still, we continue to buy them and then I make banana bread with the softening, spotting ones, which I give to the guests who don’t eat bananas and strangely they wolf it down. We have French guests now and they have what I think is the classic French attitude to breakfast – it should hurt. Their plates afterwards are beautifully smeared with arabesques of apricot jam and chocolate (from the chocolate banana bread, a variant*), the French press empty but for the coffee grounds, the French girls’ voices throaty from their first blissful draw of nicotine. Of course they are beautiful and slender. This is how it is.
If you are English and were at school during the 1980s you would have gone on a French exchange programme; you lived with a French family for a few weeks and the French student then came and lived with you. You learned their language and way of life and they learned yours, sort of thing.
Annie was from Normandy and liked smoking and camping. She drank bowls of black coffee just before she went to bed, and wore extremely tight jeans. We were both fourteen but I got the impression she was worldlier than me. Sometimes we went on long walks into the countryside, or at other times she would hitch up the family’s pony – what she called a ponette – to a wagon and we would ride to an old lady’s house nearby and buy Coke from her fridge.
Annie lived in a rural area and there was not much to do except this, and eat chocolate sandwiches. I met other kids in the area because they too would wade into the fields, pale wheaten and straggly, and we would all smoke. I had never smoked like this before; filtered Gitanes, in a beautiful, uniform white that made me think of freshly laundered shirts. I watched them gulp back big blue lungfuls.
Anyway, it’s all rolled into one in my mind; the smoking, the Coca Cola, the way Annie sat on a bench outside the boulangerie and handed me the long snout of bread to try, its crust sharp and splintery in the mouth followed by chunks of dark chocolate that she had fed into the crevices – our petit déjeuner, our ‘little lunch’ eaten vaguely in the morning. And lastly (and lastingly), the boys in the field one of whom in a lull in conversation languidly enquired of me “Do you make love?”
I think I pretended not to understand which wasn’t too far from the truth; something to do with the strangeness of the present simple. As if it was a hobby. It was the only time I remember being singled out for attention. I replayed the moment endlessly in my mind, trying to reframe my muteness as intrigue, but really I was just lost for words.
I wanted to showcase these beautiful drawings of bananas and chocolate by Jasmin Bhanji, who currently lives in Kenya, though is formerly of north London, and it’s strange because since she’s gone to Africa, I’ve got to know her better and that is one of the wonders of the internet. I knew her in person in England (she’s my new cousin) and now I know her through her drawings and photos of her amazing pots and her blog, Jasmin Bhanji Studio.
*I lifted the recipe for double chocolate banana bread wholesale from Emma Gardner’s baking blog Poires au Chocolat (who in turn adapted it from Smitten Kitchen), so it would seem a bit silly to repeat it here when she has already done such a lovely job and I did nothing to improve it seeing as it was, in my view, perfect. If you like bananas and chocolate and a big fistful of cocoa powder and eating oblong cake, then this is for you. A bit naughty you might think for breakfast, but not if you imagine you’re a Parigot (slang for Parisian), in gold sandals and a lamé cardigan.
Kathleen said:
I completely enjoy devouring your prose as well as your recipes! You just keep getting better and better. As for the artwork, Jasmine B. Your drawings are magnificent! Keep them coming !!
Sophie James said:
Thank you Kathleen. That’s lovely of you to say, and her drawings are magnificent, you’re right. Very unique.
thesinglegourmetandtraveller said:
Lovely story and wonderful drawings. The banana bread looks great too 🙂
Sophie James said:
Thank you – all very moreish. x
jasbhanji said:
Looks good Sophie, thanks for trying it out. The girls want to make the chocolate banana loaf.
Sophie James said:
Thank you Jas for the drawings which everyone loves, quite rightly. The chocolate banana bread is extremely good – it’s double the load with chocolate chunks/chips as well as cocoa powder so it’s very addictive xxx
tableofcolors said:
Love the prose and artwork. I always look forward to reading your tales…yes you should indeed write a novel. I would be the first in line to buy it. And yes, the internet is truly a place that offers the opportunity to get to know a person. Like old-fashioned penpals in a different medium. The banana cake with chocolate sounds delicious.
Sophie James said:
Hello Laila, I hadn’t thought of the penpal idea transported to the internet – but it’s true. The double chocolate banana bread is truly addictive (not sure if that is a recommendation on not!). Thank you for the lovely comments as always. Sophie x
fretwellcrump said:
Fantastic school exchange memories, we had a big German girl pull the door off the washing machine! I’ll dig out the Lamé and give that a go 😀
Sophie James said:
Now that’s an image! Was she angry or just unaware of her own strength? Please give the recipe a go – it is well worth it. Sophie
fretwellcrump said:
Actual super-human strength I think, she just went to open it and really really succeeded! Simon
Jody and Ken said:
God, what an agony and ecstasy adolescence is, especially for girls I think. Guys with intelligence grow up think the world is peopled by thugs, and girls grow up in a world where there’s always someone who knows more, has experienced more, is better at pretending. It’s all horrible and hilarious later. Great narrative. I was rooting for you. Ken
Sophie James said:
Horrible and hilarious – sounds like a lot of my days of late. Thank you Ken for enjoying the story and happy to know you know it well – the hilarity and horribleness, that is, and the defeated bananas. I now have the image of ‘carrion flies’ buzzing over my fruit bowl. x
Jody and Ken said:
…oh, and “defeated bananas.” Brilliant. Our fruit bowl is filled with exactly this kind of ignominy… and carrion flies buzzing overhead. Ken
jodierf said:
Love this post – the artwork is beautiful, and banana bread is one of my favorite treats – despite the fact that, like your guests, I usually avoid eating bananas straight! Can’t wait to try out making this chocolate variety. 🙂
Sophie James said:
Thank you for this – glad you liked the artwork and the banana bread – it is seriously good and very intense. See it as a treat. x
chef mimi said:
I love your writing and humor!
Any info on your B & B anywhere?
Sophie James said:
Sorry for the delay – we’re on airbnb under Oasis in the Hollywood Hills. Hope that helps x
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