Joseph and I have been living on our own for eight years now ["on our own" defined as not with parents and not in university residence] and in that time there is rarely a time when we don't have bananas in the house. Yes, I know - one should try to reduce one's environmental footprint by not buying exotic fruits, but what can I say? They are cheaper than dirt [particularly that fancy dirt with nutrients and such] and pack a nutritional punch. Ka-pow! And while that's all well and good there are many stragglers in the banana bunches that invariably go to the wrong side of the tracks, so to speak - they quite simply go bad. My recent strategy for dealing with this is to make a banana and chocolate cake [low-fat!] and for a while, I was making them on a weekly basis. Joseph's lifetime strategy [and I think that other people in his family do this] is to make a "banana milkshake." Yes, it must be in quotations...because while it's unmistakably banana...I refuse to call this concoction a milkshake. It's more like banana...milk? And milkshakes are very thick to the point that they should be nearly impossible to drink.
Well, as of today the fruit fly situation is under control, but we did have a banana situation on lockdown [in the microwave...which some fruit flies apparently did get into somehow]. So, Joseph decided to make banana milkshake and for the first time ever I drank banana milkshake, as prepared by Joseph. I requested a lot of honey because I am none too sweet and I think I got a lot of honey, although I firmly believe that my tastebuds are all screwed up [my tastebuds tell me that grapes of any kind are the sourest things on the planet, for example]. And I must admit - the banana non-milkshake was much better than what I have been assuming for all of these years. It was pretty tasty. I'm not sure that I will be partaking of this on a weekly basis, but I feel I should encourage Joseph in his culinary endeavours regardless [he used to cook many different things, now...not so much - he's still the fried egg and pancake master, but that's about it]. And although it's clearly not a milkshake in the strictest sense of the word - I refuse to let semantics get in the way of deliciousness.
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Have you ever had a frozen banana? That's what I do with the ones that get overripe. I cut them into chunks, toss them in a little lemon juice if I happen to have some on hand, put them on a tray and throw them in the freezer.
A frozen banana will usually take away an ice cream craving for me :-)
I have not had a frozen banana, but I like that it reminds me so strongly of Arrested Development so I just might have to try that. However, I'm uncertain as to why one would want to stop an ice cream craving...?
Haha, the frozen banana reminds me of Arrested Development, too! It's my all-time favorite show. And FYI-my hubby is also the fried egg/pancake master. Are men just able to work the spatula better?
I think we've had this AD connection before.
I still have never tried to make fried eggs or pancakes. They are the two things that Joseph only cooks. I am intimidated by how quickly they cook and the necessity for flipping...without disastrous results.
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