If I could grow a field full of banana trees, I would do it in a heartbeat.
And then I would eat them all.
On my cereal.
On my eggs.
As a snack.
On my pancakes.
On a sandwich with peanut butter.
I would live in a tropical climate just so I could become a banana farmer.
I would deep fry them.
I would barbecue them with brown sugar, chocolate and marshmallows on top.
I would eat banana pie even though I hate pie.
Anything banana flavoured is a friend of mine.
I would donate bananas to people who loved them but couldn't afford to buy them.
I would even share some with my kids because they love bananas almost as much as me.
Because I am nice like that.
I tell my grossed out hubby that it dates all the way back to when we were monkeys/apes/cavemen.
He agrees, but then argues the fact that so many people dislike them.
I then remember that I have family who used to live in a tropical climate where banana trees grow everywhere.
And they sliced them on top of their eggs.
And cereal.
And pancakes.
They deep fried them.
Made pies.
Grilled them.
And gobbled them up as snacks.
And it all makes sense.
It is hereditary.
I am just following in the footsteps laid out before me.
Thank goodness my family didn't love onions...or peppers...or walnuts.
Because, they are gross.
And deep fried walnuts is just wrong.
*Do you like bananas?
*Can you share some recipes please?
*Have you ever tried slicing them on eggs?
*Would you ever move to a tropical climate to become a banana farmer?
Here is the pic one more time, just because.
And again, just for shits and giggles.
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