Bananagram One

Please note, this post is part of a series. It likely wont make sense unless you've read the first entry, "Imperfect Omnivore."

Today was a milestone. Alright, so the mile being marked was "zero," but at least that means I'm on the road at all. Today, amid great trepidation, I ate a banana.

 Alright, alright: so "I ate a banana" is only just barely accurate as a statement. It's a sin of omission, you see; the sentence should read more like this:

"I ate a banana... blended with orange sherbet, raspberries, and soy milk into a concoction Jamba Juice likes to call the Razzmataz."

I feel no guilt here; the rules permit banana-derivatives, which by my reckoning includes bananas used as agents of texture, fiber, potassium, and consistency amid other fruits and juices en frappé. Most shocking was the pleasure I took in consuming the thing; the banana, almost totally obfuscated by the plethora of berries and sorbet, was more of a suggestion. Smoothie, with flavor of "Raspberry!" and "Banana?"

Check this out: I thought it was pretty damn tasty. I even liked the peanut butter-chocolate-banana smoothie my friend let me try.

Stage one, clear!