Thursday, November 01, 2007 , evening

Bananas

Let’s talk about a subject which has caused strife and conflict in many an otherwise harmonious relationship:  bananas.

I love bananas, but I like them to be yellowish-green, soft-but-not-mushy, and I want them to be a bit tangy but to still taste like banana.  I guess I like to eat them when they’ve just started to ripen, so they’re no longer bitter and hard, but still retain some firmness.  I can tell a banana is ready to eat when the outer peel goes from smelling like nothing, to smelling like a banana.  Here in the hot part of the country, I think bananas only have a window of about six hours when they can be eaten and still taste good.  The heat quickly ripens them, and they’ll go from green and hard to brown and soggy in about 72 hours.  If I buy bananas and I think they’re perfect, I’ll stick them in the fridge to stop them from ripening further, but I’ll still have to eat them in the next 24 hours or they’ll turn nasty.  I just do not like that really flowery, fragrant, overly-sweet taste of really ripe banana (I don’t like the taste of banana popsicles, for example, or other banana candy).

Bananas are the only thing that Flippy and I regular disagree about.  She will not eat a “tangy” banana, and wants them to be more ripe.  She doesn’t want them too ripe, however—she doesn’t like them with a lot of brown spots on them.  What generally ends up happening when we buy bananas is that I’ll eat a few of them immediately, and I’ll leave the rest for Flippy.  She’ll eat one or two of them, leave the rest, and days later I’ll be tossing soggy bananas in the freezer because they’re good for nothing but banana bread.  Then I get annoyed because Flippy didn’t eat the bananas when they were less ripe, and yada yada yada.  When we go to the grocery store I’ll ask Flippy if she wants some bananas, but if she says yes, then I end up grilling her about when she plans to eat them, and how many she’ll eat, etc.  I turn into the insane banana police.

Please tell me that someone reading this also has great concerns about the state of the bananas in their home.  I know my Mom likes barely-ripe bananas, like me, and my Dad will eat riper ones, so I’ll have to ask her how their marriage has survived 42 years with bananas in the house.

Posted by Leigh-Ann on 11/01 at 09:55 PM
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