Running around today, doing errands, with not enough time to complete them, the thought of stopping into an ice cream shop for 5-minutes to partake in a banana split seemed like an impossible task. Another time, another place, I would have gotten one while I was at the mall, but there is no ice cream option at that mall. Stupid mall!
Frankly, I wondered if I would even find one. Banana splits seem kind of like a throw back to the 1950’s, even though they really throw back to like the early 1900’s. They just seem more like something a soda jerk in a funny little square cap at a malt shop would offer up. If it’s ever even been an option at an ice cream shop in my lifetime, I must not have ever considered it. Of course, that probably has something more to do with my protest of fruit as/in dessert. I mean, fruit is the “healthy snack,” right? So, what’s it got to do with my sweets fixes? Ever notice that no one’s trying to drop a scoop of french vanilla into anyone’s salad or put green beans into an Oreo crust? So, why is it such a bang up idea that I have a dessert that features fruit? Am I right?
When I got home from all my running around, I had about forty-five minutes to get ready before my ride was going to show up to take me to this Havana themed function that I kind of got roped into. It seemed as if it wasn’t going to be possible for me to pull off the celebration of National Banana Split Day. Then, I had a most brilliant idea. I would make one! Three scoops of ice cream, some shpritzes of whipped cream and syrup, some shredded almonds, and a banana later, there it was. My first banana split (to my best recollection)! I found that in a pinch, a corn holder made the perfect banana split bowl. The ice cream was good. The banana was a banana. I goes together alright. Next time I’ll probably do a virgin split, though. I think you get my meaning.
See you Sunday for National Cherry Popsicle Day.