Yes, I’m pretty sure that’s a hooker hoagie…. Or stripper bananas?
I really don’t have much of an explanation for this photo actually. There’s no missing context from my end.
While in Las Vegas, we crossed the street and were waiting to cross the next. On the corner, right next to the light, there was a bunch of 3 bananas and a fully wrapped sub just sitting there. No one else was around. I can only assume that this was left for some homeless guy or gal to come by and scoop up.
I have no idea if this is normal, but I love the idea! I can only hope that the food wasn’t tampered with and was really just good intentions to make someone’s day with a full belly.
I know this is a Wordless Wednesday post, but beyond the whole “speechless” thing you should have going on when you see this, here are some more details on it: Peeled bananas in Austria. When people complained about how ridiculous and wasteful this is, they did stop doing it thankfully.
Now that Nablopomo is over, I figure it’s time to get back to posting more of the projects and foods I’ve made myself. I’m constantly talking about things I’ve done before, go to find the link, and realize that I never got around to posting about it. Bleh.
These fried bananas are ones I actually forgot about, which is funny, because my forgetfulness is what led to them in the first place. I kept buying a single plantain with the intent of us getting to try fried plantains, only to then forget it bought it until long after it’d gone soft, black, and
furry slimy nasty.
How’d I make them? I, uh, winged it. I sliced the bananas, tossed them with a combination of flour and cinnamon, and then fried them in a pan, likely with butter.
Wait, no, looks like oil. *Eyes the right-hand side of the photo* Yep, oil.
I don’t remember what I did when I was winging it. Don’t judge. That’s what the pictures are for…to remind me how I did something. :P
Anyyywaaaayyyy….cinnamon toast. Butter, sugar, cinnamon on bread in the broiler. Complicated, I know.
I tried to be all technical and precise by lining a certain number of slices on each piece of bread for a picture. But really, that’s ugly and unappetizing.
Piling it on was much, much better.
Because I was winging it, I accidentally overcompensated for the sweetness of the bananas, thinking the toast and bananas should both be unsweetened. Turns out, they weren’t really sweet enough, so I sprinkled a little sugar on top. Kids loved it.