I apologize for my tardy posting of today's Try a New Food Tuesday. I, on a whim, decided to join Neal for lunch in Macon and then we, on a whim, decided to join Neal's coworker, Chief HasNoRhythm and his wife, Diva V, for lunch at Sticky Fingers. Diva V lobbied hard for my rib/pulled pork combination plate to be today's feature. But I had already been to the commissary to purchase this box of frozen goodness and they may not last a whole week until next Tuesday rolls back around.
I'm not sure if this is a deep south thing, a Georgia thing, or an Army thing...but I have never seen Diana's Bananas Banana Babies. They are frozen and chocolate-covered bananas...on a stick. And I know what you all are thinking. Even you, Kallay! Naughty girl.
I don't particularly care for bananas. It is absolutely a texture/stringy thing. And they taste like chalk in the roof of my mouth. But Neal eats one every morning sliced up on his oatmeal, so I thought this would be fun for both of us. I get a hard chocolate shell and he gets the frozen banana. (That's going to be an extra 10 minutes of Insanity...but so worth it.)
In case you had doubts, Diana of Diana's Bananas would like you to know that she has the world's best chocolate-dipped frozen treat! I think Klondike would have something to say about that....
This is what the world's best chocolate-dipped frozen treat looks like after it's been out of the box and left to fend for itself in the Georgia humidity. (Incidentally, this is also what our windows looks like every morning after the AC has run all night and what my sunglasses do as soon as I step out the door.)
This was right after I told him that we had to re-take the picture because his eyes were closed in absolute frozen banana bliss in the first. And he was not giving up his hard chocolate shell!
I have sooooo many hysterical and raunchy things I could say about the frozen banana...and sucking until, well...nevermind...but I have too many readers from the Baby Boomer Generation who read this. Not that they would get offended, they just think I'm more pure than that. So, let's maintain, shall we?
The frozen banana was OK. It's not worth the extra 10 minutes of Insanity for me. Now, if that was a chocolate-dipped frozen raspberry Shaun T. and I would have to negotiate.