I can’t stand those pesky little fruit flies that invade my kitchen and lurk around my bananas and my sink. Drives me bonkers.
Years ago, a little glass with some red wine in it got left out on a counter overnight. The next morning there was a gaggle (I’m not sure what the actual term for a group of fruit flies is) of fruit fly bodies in it.
Then, here comes Isaac.
He grabbed the glass and chugged it down while I just stood there with my mouth hanging open. My only thought was “How will I explain this to them in the emergency room?!”
Even though the red wine works, turns out it’s not the best method of fruit fly control in my house.
I bought a nifty gadget from Amazon a few years ago. It’s a bug trap fan like this one. It has a light to attract the little boogers and a fan to suck them in and glue them to the sticky paper at the bottom. Like a high tech fly strip. When I turned it on yesterday, the power button collapsed into the handle and wouldn’t come back out. And then it started smoking, so I threw it out on the front sidewalk before I burned the house down. This little insect trap worked pretty well for a few years. Guess that’s just all it had in it.
So, it’s usually about this time of year when I announce to my family that there will be no more bananas until fall. Late fall. Like November.
But, what if there was a way? What if the bananas could be saved from summer extinction? Maybe we could still enjoy them in smoothies and with peanut butter. And then I remembered my Dad mentioning that he started keeping his bananas in the fridge. It sounded crazy, but maybe this could be the answer.
Fridge bananas can look a little sad. I put this one in there a couple of days ago. It was kind of a weird looking banana to begin with, and it didn’t get any prettier as it sat there in the fridge!
But, wouldn’t you know that when I opened it up, inside was a beautiful banana! Amazing! This could be it.
So. Here I sit. Enjoying a lovely banana dipped in peanut butter — eating a cold banana is strange but I think I can adapt!– and sharing with you this profound discovery.
Refrigerator bananas.
Thanks Dad!
