I really don't care for bananas - especially the smell of bananas - unless they are deeply disguised in a muffin, with some walnuts muffling them. In this household, the peels are ritualistically, and thoughtfully, frozen until trash day comes round, and they can be rushed out of the premises. So you can imagine my feelings when I found this one posed, this morning, on the side of the sink...
Also, for reference, I will eat banana pancakes (although I prefer pineapple ones) in, say, Australia or Indonesia. So I'm extremely inconsistent.
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