Going bananas.

Bananas have never been a huge part of my life. They wander in. They wander out. Sometimes a big bunch of them catches my eye at the grocery, and I can't help myself. I take great care in choosing the right bunch with the right ripeness. Then, may go for weeks without one. I think I struggle with the ripe factor. Too green - and they taste like grass. Too ripe - and I just decide I'll save them for baking. It's like goddamn porridge that you have a small window of opportunity to get them juuuuuust right.

Then a week and a half later, there I am trying to figure out if I should:
a) preserve by freezing (but looking prettttty gross once turned completely black and never quite the same no matter what Sara Moulton says)

b) bake some banana nut bread one night during week and end up whirring my Kitchen Aid until 1am, eating half the loaf because it's best warm, then taking remains of bread to office whilst everyone wonders why only 6 pieces and not whole loaf available for consumption

c) watching cat try sniping small fruit flies that appear out of nowhere

Yes, bananas have always been the fruit I'll slowly let disintegrate on counter and never feel that that bad about it.

My mother used to eat 2 or 3 a day for weeks on end. And she wasn't pregnant with me, by the way. I think she wound up with some crazy potassium imbalance and the doctor had to pry it out of her about the banana addiction. My family has a habit of locking in on a particular food and needing to have it in abundance until one may get sick OF it or sick FROM it. Then we're onto the next craving, thank you very much.

Okay, well, the banana topic is raised for a very sound reason. I've been turned onto a frozen delight called Diana's Bananas. Thank you to my dear friend CK, for without her, I would not know about these. Covered in dark chocolate was her recommendation, and I didn't question. I didn't hesitate. And others must agree, because upon my arrival at the freezer in my market there were only 2 little boxes left. That's right. So I bought both boxes.

It's safe to say that I may be following in my mother's footsteps. But I'm afraid the damages could be worse since these delicious nanners are dipped in what may be some of the best dark chocolate I've ever had. Award-winning. You realize that I'm about to hop in bed. There I'll be counting bananas and hearing The Count from Sesame Street talking about his snacks saying it like he does...

1 little nanner..ha ha ha
2 little nanners..ha ha ha

This is so beyond being cuckoo for cocoa puffs.

~ab