Bananas

June 22, 2012

Sometimes, people have very strong feelings about certain foods.

Personally, I love really spicy foods, but I know others can’t handle that kind of heat.

I’m very partial to ham sandwiches and Chinese, and I’m generally less than enthusiastic about Italian food and quite a few vegetables.

I’ll eat them every once and again, but I’m not one to go around everyday chomping on lasagna or zucchinis.

Of course, there are some foods I absolutely hate. I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again, but the pairing of mint and chocolate is high up on my bad foods shit list.

I think we all know that by now, but just in case not, I thought I should include that.

But, everyone has those foods that they are completely on the fence about.

For me, bananas are at the top of the list.

Sure, they are great for acting like a monkey, and the peels have played a major part in physical comedy in the century, but I’ve always been very up and down about bananas.

When I was in grade school, my mother packed me basically the same lunch everyday. Pepperoni roll, juice box, a couple small cookies, and a banana.

Every once in a while, we splurged on Lunchables, but food stamps buy far more flour and pepperoni than pre-packaged lunches.

I always enjoyed my lunches, until after a while, I started losing my taste for bananas. Nothing was wrong with the fruits themselves. They were the same fresh brand we had always bought.

My tastes just changed. Simple as that.

Plus, one of the kids in class kept saying that I always smelled like bananas. I didn’t like that, but mainly because I couldn’t smell. I didn’t know what bananas smelled like, whether it was pungent or pleasant.

I stopped eating bananas.

Soon, I enjoyed them again. The taste buds changed on me again as I grew.

But then, I stopped eating them again. I was a teenager then, and I suppose I had some weird sort of thought that it felt a little gay to eat bananas.

Not sure why. Frankly, it’s a stupid thought, but teens are always worried about the image they portray.

As I grew, I learned to accept the banana, and still partake of one occasionally.

The other thing that changed was my taste for banana bread. I never enjoyed it when I was younger. To me, bread was bread and sweets were sweets. But I love it now

I’ll admit, I eat the bread more often than the banana, but I do still have one every once and again.

And yes, I do sometimes feel like a monkey when I eat one, but I never feel gay or anything like that.

I’ve grown, just as my tastes have. And I’ve matured a lot along the way.

But, it’s still fun to act like a monkey.

ghjr

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This is not included in the 500 word limit.

Thanks to Sam Jones letting me monkey around on this one a bit.

I am in my “pro-banana” stage right now, and writing this only made me want to eat one or two.

But, I’ll never understand what they smell like.

Apparently, the scent is alluring enough to make Dexter Horn eat his Smencil.

Truly ghjr

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