Monkey see, Monkey do?

           My uncle tried to juice a banana today.  

           Earlier this afternoon, he came in the backdoor with what seemed like a bushel of green apples and ran straight into the kitchen.  A series of small kitchen appliances were already turned on and ready to go.  Among these devices was a juicer and a blender.  Furiously, he peeled, cored, and quartered apples like he was competing for a title of sorts.  The apples that had gone into the blender came out tasting like a Jolly Rancher green applesauce.  And the ones that had gone into the juicer came out a creamy tart green.  

            It was then, in his whirlwind of excitement, that he decided to juice a banana.  I warned him, “You can’t juice a banana!”  Who was I kidding?  He was hypnotized by the sound of that juicer’s gentle whirring.  He began to peel the banana and then proceeded to cram it into the juicer.  We waited.  And waited.  Just as I had expected, no juice.  Instead, on the other end, where all the apple pulp was flying out came a blob of mushy banana.  Which quickly browned, might I add, and became very reminiscent of—you get the idea.

 

 

 

 

 

~ by nnguy030 on August 1, 2008.