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There’s Always Money in the Banana Stand

4 Aug

Three seemingly ordinary events colided this week with an above the top result.  Here are the otherwise unassuming occurances:

1.  Jerry and I began rewatching Arrested Development.  We often find old shows on DVD at the library and watch an entire series during the summer.  This summer we had nothing (so on an unrelated topic, if you know of any quality TV that we might have missed we’d be happy to entertain your entertainment recommendations.)  Therefore, going back to catch one-liners we might have missed the first time was as good as any way to spend romantic evenings folding laundry.

2.  The boys checked out this book from the library.  Despite the somewhat girlish cover it has some recipes and ideas that appealed even to my hooligans.  Plus, you can’t beat DK for a quality kid’s cookbook.

3.  Aldi had bananas for $0.44.  So many things in our life are dictated by good sales.

I can safely assume that you know what wonderful thing was bound to grow out of the congruence of these events.

First, George Michael, er, I mean, Simeon found the recipe.

Then we began peeling, melting,sticking, and dipping. 

It sure does look like a lot less work on TV.  I have no idea how they are able to concoct the yumminess-on-stick in the tight quarters of the Banana Stand, and without even a drop of chocolate on the khakis.  Amazing.

Hey, brother!

Okay, so ours were in pieces, served on straws, weren’t frozen, and we went a little crazy with the sprinkles and coconut, but they were delicious.  In the end we defaulted more to the cookbook than the Bluth Family Recipe, but the finished products were certainly franchise-worthy.

Well, I assume that’s true, I didn’t exactly get to taste the end result, but I might have cleaned out the excess chocolate from the double boiler with left-over banana chunks.

This one must be "The Gob."

And fear not, our sons were not exposed to the exploits of these unruly Californians.  The boys’ television minds have still only been warped by the likes of black and white Mickey Mouse and PBS propaganda.  But, someday they’ll see the show, and they’ll look back on this memory and say, “Wow, our parent’s were so . . . self-absorbed.”  Just call me Lindsay.

Tomorrow’s snack:  Cornballs