who doesn’t love bananas?

No one…that’s who. 

Oh, there may be the odd one or two out there who claim they don’t love bananas, but they’re just…we’ll they’re bananas! 

I wasn’t going to blog about bananas tonight.  I had other things to talk about.  Vampires, zombies, really expensive chocolate…but I didn’t.  Instead I got sidetracked by a chimp and a conversation about bananas.

Let me explain. 

So, I was chatting on Twitter…I know, I need an intervention, but since everyone one I interact with these days is also on Twitter it’s not likely to happen, is it? So the chimp (not her real name) was talking about how great bananas are, and she said, “Who doesn’t love bananas? No one that’s who.”

Yeah, exactly what I just said up there. 

So why did I quote her in the opening lines of this blog post?  Because I opened my big mouth (figuratively) and stated how I could write an entire blog from that one statement.  Yep, stuck my foot right into my mouth once again. 

So here I am, talking about bananas.  But who doesn’t love…right, I said that already. 

Ironically, I was also talking to another person today (yes, on Twitter…get used to it, it’s my world) and we were talking about bake goods, because I may hate to cook, but I love to bake.  We were talking about the bet I made with my husband where if I hit 300 followers on my blog (because I’ve already gone over 1000 followers on Twitter…right, because I’m obsessed, that’s not the point) if I hit that arbitrary number (300), he will forever do all the cooking for our family. (I’m almost there, by the way.)  So, I was telling this person how I would still bake.  Because, yeah…I love to bake.  And she asked me what my favorite things to bake were.  (Are you still with me?  I can feel your eyes rolling back in your head…I’m getting to the point, I promise.) So I told her I love to bake banana bread. (See?  I told you I was getting there.) And I really do love banana bread.  You have to let the bananas get all brown and squishy before you can use them…sort of like cultivating rotting zombie fruit in your kitchen.  I like that imagery for some bizarre reason.  Hell, I just like bananas.

And let’s face it…you are what you eat, right?

I ate twelve bananas once.  All in one sitting.  I did it on a dare (No, I don’t think I’ll do it again.) I was fifteen…and I think it was some serious foreshadowing for the rest of my life.   You can call me nuts all day long, but the truth is…I’m just bananas!

Until the next time…I’ll be doing a little baking!

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Posted on September 13, 2011 .