We love to make smoothies around here. In fact, we all have at least one a day...and I have some great recipes which I'll put on the eatin' page. But I digress. That is not the point of this post.
I like to buy ripe bananas, peel them and freeze them to make these wonderful treats, so I try to stock up when the stores pull the ripe bananas and reduce them for quick sale. It's cost efficient, and the frozenness (is that even a word?) of the fruit gives the smoothie the perfect consistency. It's a win-win!
Besides, I have a strange disorder that I inherited from my mother, who inherited it from her mother, where we can't sleep unless there are bananas in the house. It's a sickness, y'all. I've sought treatment.
But again, I digress.
So I was running low on frozen bananas and sent my mate to the store to see if he could help replenish my stash.
Heaven help me.
He returned with more than fifty pounds of bananas.
FIFTY POUNDS, people.
Want to see what fifty pounds of bananas looked like?
And there were more on the island behind me. I couldn't fit them all on the counter.
My hands are stained from peeling all those bananas. And I ran out of containers to put them in.
The girl who helps me clean every other week happened to be here yesterday and when she walked in I was standing there taking this picture of all those bananas. As she walked off she said, "ahhhh.....mucho platanos."
And I think I heard the word "loco" under her breath.
But I sure did sleep well last night.