....bananas.I blame myself for the vicious cycle that I've got us in to - buying them, they start to go off, I make cake.
I'm not a huge fan of the fruit. Admittedly I've partaken of a banoffee pie once or twice, even if it was more 'offee' than 'ban'. But Hubby likes the herbaceous plant - all that potassium loveliness. However, the problem is that his good intentions of eating them fly out the window once we get home. Or rather, remain in the polythene bag on top of the cookie jar.
As I mull around the fruit aisle, pondering whether to get a mango or a pineapple, I innocently ask Hubby if he'd like a banana. As well as clinging to the hope it will be consumed, I envision the effect of my question akin to that of when 'Eric eats a banana...'
Yet it never happens - either becoming Bananaman or the fruit being eaten. Instead they linger, their skin blackens, an intense aroma wafts in the air - so appealing. The upside is that these yellow fingers need not worry about being cast aside, no they become a key ingredient; one of the few foods that can be used in their deteriorating state as they are sweeter tasting and easier to mush.
As I looked at the latest offering this week, seems that banana muffins beckon. And I'm sure next time I wonder through the supermarket, I'll stop before the pile of musa acuminata and think, 'wonder if Hubby would like a banana? (sigh)
