I hate bananas. Okay, that's not exactly true, but I really don't like eating bananas. On their own, that is. Put them in a cake, muffin, bread or a smoothie and I am first in line. I don't know how that works, but it just does. My mum, on the other hand, is the complete opposite. Not only will she only eat bananas in their true form, but hers must be slightly green (whereas I want my bananas to be ripe to the point of being black). She's forever giving my her ripe bananas and I make her eat the bananas my son won't eat because they aren't ripe enough once the skin is off.
