My new year didn’t start with nibbling or slurping leaves. I’m going for the comfort food with a wicked twist: Tahini Banana Bread. It has carbs. It’s nutty. It’s not gluten-free. It’s made with cow-milk, rich butter. And, it’s sugary. The new year needs to start on a happy note.
August is our birthday month. It started off great. Jacinto remembered to wake up early the first Sunday of the month for us to attend church services, so we can stand together when the announcer ask for everyone born in August to stand up.
We dined at our favorite restaurant, The Cecil in Harlem. Danced to Lauren Hill and Lenny Kravtiz at AfroPunk Festival in the VIP section. Our birthdays are about two weeks apart, and when my birthday week occurred, it wasn’t a great start.
Make a pot of tea or coffee, light a candle, grab a comfortable seat, and plate a few cacao benne (pronounced benny) cookies. How was your year? Since the time I’ve learned 14 isn’t my favorite number, I’ve cautiously waited for the year of 2014. It’s a painfully honest number. And, when the clock turned 2014 in the midnight hour on January first, I said a silent prayer. God help us. And, as I’ve imaged, this year is a roller coaster of emotions. Russia. Israeli-Palestinian conflict. Ebola in West Africa. Mike Brown and other victims of the police. Family members passing. By the time summer arrived, my stomach was jumping to the tune of “War” sung by The Temptations. Since the beginning of human relationships, I’m sure there’s a country or region involved in war somewhere around the globe. Perhaps, due to my sensitivity to 14, this year’s wars and conflicts deeply troubled me. It’s 2014 communicating, “War… What is it good for?… absolutely nothing…”