My dad's bananas have always been a part of my life - not even kidding, I mean, they're the entire plot of the lullaby my dad sang to us when we were little.
For as long as I can remember, every meal with rice my dad has (that's pretty much lunch and dinner), he eats a banana with his rice. Always. In fact, I can probably count on two hands the number of times I've seen him eat a meal at home without a banana.
Even when we go out to eat in a Chinese restaurant, my mother always has to smuggle the banana in her bag, so that he can eat it with his meal.
Every week, we'd have to pick up bananas - no grocery run was complete without them. I think he should have bought stock in Chiquita back in the 70s - with as many that he's bought, it's a wonder they don't have his portrait somewhere as most loyal customer. And lord help the soul who buys yellow bananas. His bananas always have to be slightly green, slightly yellow.
The bananas here on this magnet? They would be unacceptable. Completely. Too yellow. Like, don't even bother getting in the car with these things.
Of course, we're not just talking bananas with rice here, people. There's also the plantains. Plain and fried. Covered in flour and fried. Doesn't matter, it's always fried. Just like 80% of his other food. Fried.
Don't get me wrong, fried plantains are great. My dad makes supergreat fried plantains...but ya'll there's a reason he's going into Duke Hospital for a (possibly double) stent today!