Ode to a black banana that appeared most mysteriously one thursday night
Frozen black banana where did you come from
How did you come to dwell in our freezer
What deeds brought you to our Stygian ice box?
Did you love once to be forgotten and abandoned
We consign you and your cellophane gown to the bin
May all lost things be found
All pair reunited
Fare thee well black banana.
My grandmother would never let us eat the bananas at her house until they turned black, and then no one wanted them. Then she’d make banana pudding out of them. I think that was her plan all along.
Ah, but they are best for banana bread.
Maybe UNDEAD banana bread! 😉