What you see above is the fruit I purchased at Big Box Store today. That fruit should last us a week. (Disclaimer: I am making an apple dessert this weekend, hence the two bags of apples.)
I have loved fruit all my life. Who loved pomegranates before pomegranates were cool? This gal. I can’t think of a single fruit (outside of Andrew Zimmerman’s durian – anything described as “completely rotten, mushy onions” is not on my menu) that I wouldn’t eat. There are favorites, of course, and some that I wouldn’t necessarily choose. If given a choice between some decadent chocolate dessert or a fruit platter, I’m picking the fruit. Yeah, really.
The reason I’m making a dessert is that we are celebrating my uncle’s birthday, and a bag of apples simply doesn’t shout, “Celebrate!” It will probably be something similar-ish to this apple crisp recipe. As I recall, I might have made this last year.
Now, as you can probably surmise, I’m not eating all of this fruit myself. You don’t spend 15 years with a person without some things being contagious, and Ramblin has got the fruit bug. I think his downfall started last summer when I got the notion to start making smoothies. (I won’t show you the frozen fruit stash – oh yes, there is one!)
As we all know, every smoothie recipe ends with “. . . and a banana.” I don’t care what combination you’re making, there’s going to be a banana involved. So, I started keeping them on hand. And we started running out of bananas before we even got the smoothies made. We now even have a banana-buying strategy: we buy now-nanners and later-nanners. Now-nanners are ready to be consumed immediately. They are that nice yellow shade with maybe just a few scuffs of brown. Later-nanners are yellow-green and need a few days to ripen fully, during which time we consume the now-nanners.
What? Don’t look at me like that. It’s genius. Sheer genius.