I’ve been trying for a few days now to come up with a snarky, sarcastic comment, as my weblog’s subheader indicates. I mean, if I can’t come up with a sarcastic remark for this, then I need to hang up my hat and call it a day. Right?
Yeah, I introduce to you, the Banana Bunker.
And after two days, still nothing clean to say comes to mind.
There’s even a helpful video all about it, for those of you who like to see your plastic packaging in action:
I just never anticipated a need to armor my bananas. Sometimes they get bruised up, sure, but for the most part, the little darlings get peeled and eaten, or peeled and baked, with nary a mishap.
You all have a solemn promise from me that I’m not purchasing these for everyday use, although I’m thinking maybe I need to have one on hand. Not to protect my bananas. For other reasons.
“Sit down, eat your dinner, and quit complaining or I’m going to stick a bunkered banana in your lunch bag!” / “But Mom!” / “You’d better watch out, Kiddo. She’ll do it” / “Well, fine. Humph.”
Ah, the marvels of modern technology, shielding our bananas and protecting family harmony.