The local Kroger store (about which I have raved before) often marks down ripe bananas. Since these bananas are very cheap, and since they are usually marked down at exactly the stage of ripeness that I like (just starting to turn brown and spotted, meaning the flesh will be perfect and sweet), I usually buy these up in droves whenever I see them. They stay at the perfect stage of ripeness for at least two or three days, by which time we will have eaten them up, either straight, in smoothies, or sliced over chocolate ice cream. The occasional banana that escapes us pops into the freezer for hibernation until next time we make banana bread.
This weekend I bought a bundle of bananas and I discovered, upon reaching home, that one of the bananas was bruised and blackening. Knowing that its useful lifespan would be short, I started to peel it to make a smoothie, only to discover that the half that had been bruised was black and slimy. I showed this to Michael in disgust before throwing it in the trash and grabbing another banana with which to make a smoothie. When Michael saw me drinking the smoothie, he made some comment on my inability to let things go to waste.
Me: No, I threw away that banana. Even I wouldn't eat that!
(Michael gives me a significant look.)
Me: Okay, even I wouldn't feed that to Jane!
Michael: Ah, that's more like it.
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