I hate bananas. And not because they cost a bazillion dollars.
For the record, that $17.02 bought me exactly five of the vomitous things.
Both my sons adore them but the current prices relegated them to the luxury item category and thus, I removed from the weekly shop. I thought about that a bit and realised neither of my kids eat enough other good shit to warrant removing the one highly nutritious foodstuff they may deign to let pass their lips on a daily basis. And so, I steeled my resolve and cracked out the plastic. Perhaps the local supermarket would have a layby option?
Every time I buy bananas, I feel like someone has socked me in the guts. I'm sorry, how much???
Especially when you compare the price of mandarins.
Anyhoo, here's the deal. I do buy bananas but it's strictly a one nana a day rule in this house. Both kids could happily eat two or more in a sitting. Bourgeois tastes, motherfuck!
Last week I caught myself bribing Zee with lollies to cease the endless crying for more "nana" – what's wrong with this picture?