theyre fucked arent they
karma swap@sufi you’re freaking me out now because firstly I was thinking a bout a west country thread, until you started one almost instantly and then last night next doors was frying bananas on the bbq (the smells were so so good), so they did a batch for our boys
You see lads, this is also the paradox of fatherhood, being completely subsumed by these gorgeous aromas and not even getting a speck to savour “it’s ok, you have them”
do we want to know what happens to the other 1/2, or why would you not eat the whole nana?
. . . banana omelets, banana sandwiches, banana casseroles, mashed bananas molded into the shape of a British lion rampant, blended with eggs into batter for French toast, squeezed out a pastry nozzle across the quivering creamy reaches of a banana blancmange . . . tall cruets of pale banana syrup to pour oozing over banana waffles, a giant glazed crock where diced bananas have been fermenting since the summer with wild honey and muscat raisins, up out of which, this winter morning, one now dips foam mugsfull of banana mead . . . banana croissants and banana kreplach, and banana oatmeal and banana jam and banana bread, and bananas flamed in ancient brandy . . .