I watched the new episode of the Great British Baking Show.
Per usual, afterward I looked at my kitchen, saw my seven overripe bananas, and was inspired to make a full batch of banana bread.
Behold, the bread.
Miraculously, They are Risen.
My banana bread very rarely rises, and if it does then the dome collapses on itself anyway. I watched in wonder through the oven door as the bread rose, crested, and stayed in place. And then when it slid out of the pan without assistance I thought, well, this is divine intervention.
”This is going to taste awful,” I assumed, because when does food achieve the convergence of both pretty and tasty? Almost never. Yet miraculously, an entire half loaf was gone by the next morning.
I feel I could apply to the Pope and be on the road to sainthood based on this miracle.