The grocery clerks at a supermarket in my home town (Gilroy) must feel like rolling their eyes when I do my weekly shopping. I am staying at my mom’s and helping her out, and she eats at least one banana a day as part of her routine.
The fruit bowl rests on top of the kitchen counter, and after seeing delicious bananas all day, every day, I started my own routine: eat them. A lot of them.
Even though it is winter — and a very cold one at that — I have developed a craving for a sort of mini banana split. I slice or split a banana, top it with a big scoop of vanilla ice cream, then add a generous amount of pineapple ice cream topping. When I don’t make that, I go the simple, easy route, of just peeling a banana and eating it plain.