No, I’m not declaring something about my emotional or any other state of being.
Hush, now. You know who you are. Just… No, no. Shhh.
Ok, here it is. I detest cooked, warm bananas. (No, this does NOT include banana bread, muffins, pancakes, etc., because, please. Right?)
There. I said it.
Bananas Foster? I simply cannot understand why one would want that. I… well, #icant.
Carry on, and keep your warm, cooked banana chunks to yerself. No offense.