Bena Mae's Kitchen: Daddy's Chair
Daddy’s chair, where he spent so many times coming home from work and watching the news and the fights and the ballgames; Dizzy Dean was his favorite announcer. He’d lean forward in the old chair, rubbing his palms together as he watched a crucial play -- we kids didn’t dare utter a word because we’d get shushed real quick if we interrupted a single play.
After a supper topped off with a glass of buttermilk and crumbled cornbread, he’d take his place in the rumpled old chair and assume his role as king of the throne. When he was home, the chair was off-limits to us kids. If we were sitting in his chair, we’d get a tap on the shoulder when he wanted to sit down. “Get up, Sis” he’d say and we would automatically jump up like a robot. There was no negotiating the ownership of the chair, it was an unwritten law. We knew our place.
If that old chair could speak, it would have a thousand tales to tell. I don’t know what happened to it because it would be too old by now to hold together. But during its lifetime it was the place for hundreds of naps that were a respite from a hard days work. And a place for aching tired bones.
Daddy was a person of diverse opinions and he used his chair as a platform for many of them. He was an avid reader and was interested in all sorts of things. He could speak on many subjects and was particularly interested in politics, farming, and religion. He taught the men’s Bible Class at Central Baptist Church in Corbin and studied the lesson voraciously every night. In my mind’s eye, I can still see him, night every night, falling asleep in his chair with his Bible resting on his lap.
In the ensuing years where cultures have changed dramatically, I wonder if there is place in newer homes where there is room for a “Daddy’s Chair.” It would be comforting to know there still is. To me, it is a place of steadfastness, of security. Most homes had one back then but I don’t know about now. But back then it was an anchor in our home. Something we respected.
Sour cream guarantees a moist and tender loaf. And bananas are sliced instead of mashed in this recipe, giving a concentrated banana taste in every bite.
Rich Banana Bread
1/2 cup butter, melted
1 cup white sugar
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
1 1/2 cups all-purpose flour
1 teaspoon baking soda
1/2 teaspoon salt
1/2 cup sour cream
1/2 cup chopped walnuts
2 medium bananas, sliced
Preheat oven to 350 degrees F (175 degrees C).
Grease a 9x5 inch loaf pan.
In a large bowl, stir together the melted butter and sugar.
Add the eggs and vanilla, mix well.
Combine the flour, baking soda and salt, stir into the butter mixture until smooth.
Finally, fold in the sour cream, walnuts and bananas.
Spread evenly into the prepared pan.
Bake at 350 degrees F (175 degrees C) for 60 minutes, or until a toothpick inserted into the center of the loaf comes out clean.
Cool loaf in the pan for 10 minutes before removing to a wire rack to cool completely.