Banana Cookie Bars

I made banana cookie bars the other day. And as usual, I made too much for the household to consume by ourselves and it was suggested that I send some off with my parents since they were going to a social gathering that night in view of Mid-Autumn Festival.

Mum was saying how Uncle Tony would have a lot to say about texture, Auntie Judy would think it'd be too sweet, Uncle Kok Chye would ask for more banana taste in it next time and Auntie Pauline would ask for the recipe. She laughed at how these family friends always said the same things.

I started to feel defensive. I didn't like that my baked productions would have to be subjected to people's opinions and critique. I came to resent having people come to me with their comments when I did not ask for them.

I understand that people have different tastes and preferences and that sometimes people just express whatever they feel regardless of the recipient expecting feedback.

Anyway, I decided against having my baked creation being subjected to any kind of perception that night. I didn't let the bars go through scrutiny of biased mindsets, people who always say the same thing anyway. I kept my banana cookie bars at home.

Perhaps it's the wind I'm in right now, the wind of some kind of sensitivity and defensiveness. I hope the wind passes really soon.