Bananagram Eight: The Return!

Note: this post is part of a series. If you're confused, try starting at Bananagram One.

You may have thought -- and, I'll admit, not without good reason -- that I had abandoned my quest to like Bananas. Not so! Kid Delicious flinches not in the face of even the grossest of American staple fruit. I persevere.

I've been encountering the blasted things all over the place; the American food establishment can hardly sneeze without releasing a new lineup of banana chips, puddings, and aroma therapy orthotic inserts. I've tried them, gentle reader, I really have. I've made it through seven entire banana flakes, most of a pudding, and a bowl of  ginger snap granola (which I ate while thinking about bananas, I promise. Baleful, nauseating, oblong thoughts. Really.)

 The number of banana products and concoctions I've eaten is only rivaled by the number of times I've nearly expelled a partially digested banana onto my shoes.

 Today, I came up with a new plan: shi shi gourmet organic bananas! Take one: the Small Red Banana.

 The result?

So terrible, not even my banana-loving girlfriend would eat it. A dollar ninety-eight of pure disappointment, red and stupid-looking. It was even harder to peel than a regular banana! Help me, Jeffrey; I can't stand these stupid things.

Comments

[Faeth]

I really appreciate your disgust with bananas. I can't even think about them without feeling ill. I tried to like them, once, rather recently. I nearly vomited in a fancy restaurant... Bravo, for trying! <3

[Bether]

Have you tried plantains? The next time you're down south, we should go to the Cuban restaurant the name of which I cannot remember and we will try plantains. They are the tastiest.

Pambiche! It's Pambiche. I love that place. I can drink a piñosa (pineapple juice and champagne) and eat guava-based desserts and plantains with ensalada aguacate.