One of my FAVORITE healthy-yet-feels-guilty treats! There’s a place in town that sells them (with or without nuts) & when I’m in the area, I stock up!
I’ve tried making them, but can never get the melted chocolate spread evenly.
Maybe, maybe not. I once read that wild monkeys eat the whole banana, skin and all, like that wierd guy in that Kapok movie. Once relocated to a zoo, they get used to the abundance of food, and they start throwing away the peel.
A disclaimer: I don’t remember the source of my story, and it’s possible that it’s bo-oh-oh-ogus.
No, no, people, that’s not it. Once you’ve got that frozen banana, slice it. Toss it in the blender with a handful of frozen mango (from Trader Joe’s) and a healthy splash of milk (cow’s, or soy, if you lean that way).
Puree that puppy for a bit and you’ve got a smoothie like nuthin’ you’ve ever had!!
No, really- frozen bananas blend to a surprising creaminess. You really should try it in whatever kind of smoothie you like. But I’d go for the mango.
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originally posted by Tir Tinuviel
You guys eat banana’s?
*SPLORT!
Gee, thanks. Now I have to wipe Diet Coke off my monitor. Startled my kitty laying on my feet too, with the sound I made.
::continues to laugh while reading the rest of this most hilarious thread::
Oh. My contribution? I eat 'nanas 'bout any way I can. I love them. One or two a day, every day, sounds about right. Frozen, with peanut butter, slightly too ripe, almost-ripe-but-not-quite, dipped in chocolate, mushed up into a smoothie, homemade banana nut bread…ummm… I will however refrain from engaging in the pointless debate over which end to start with. What difference does it make? Just eat the luscious fruit already! 
I peel the whole thing and then eat from one end or the other, I don’t pay much attention to which.
Remembering a banana eating contest…descriptive that is…the ladies had in a chat room I used to hang out in. Very erotic to say the least.
You’ve got that right. But you haven’t grasped the full extent of the problem until you’ve lived in a house with two industrial-strength banana trees in the back yard. When the bananas get ripe enough to eat, the mad banana-for-every-meal rush begins and doesn’t end until the last few - a hundred or so - bananas have become unsuitable for human consumption (which unfortunately doesn’t take very long in a warm climate). At least that’s what happens when your parents are too cheap to let anything go to waste…
And that, my friends, is why I do NOT eat bananas any more. As far as I’m concerned, the only way to eat a banana is to peel it (starting at the stem end, like all civilized people), split it, cover it thoroughly with ice cream and chocolate, and then carefully remove every last bit of banana and dispose of it in an environmentally sound manner before enjoying your healthy dessert.
Someone has touched upon a stirring childhood memory. The idea of bananas and peanut butter is deeply rooted in my psyche. God knows why, and she ain’t talkin’. 
One MUST slice the banana longways, so that one winds up with thin slices. Apply chunky peanut butter, preferably Pathmark brand, to one slice of bread.
Then lay said slices of banana onto peanut butter, and apply second thinner coating of chunky unto the secondary slice of bread.
The issue of ripeness is a tricky one. If you go too soon, you get that horrifying tooth-grinding green/yellow banana mastic feeling in your teeth. If you go too late, it won’t slice. The upside to going too late is that you can simply peel it back, and spread it like jelly with the peanut butter.
Not that I neglect my life because I’m too busy obsessing over peanut butter and banana sammiches or anything…