Banana God Novels & Stories

Claire’s “Ma’am Claire, please try these. Our mangoes here are delicious, export quality!” Eloy, the young son of Mang Nestor, one of the farmhands, said proudly. I smiled at him and took a plate piled high with sliced mangoes. I swallowed; they looked so tempting. Besides the mango trees, there were also coconut and banana trees. When we arrived earlier, Manang Belen made buko juice. It tasted completely different from the buko juice I’ve had in Manila. Manang’s was much sweeter and more flavorful, probably because of the ingredients—she used fresh coconuts, not artificial flavorings.

Boris told me and pulled out a normal size basket which was filled with some brown colored leaf rolls carefully secured with tiny plant thorn… My mood instantly lilted up after hearing food, I accepted basket from his hand and picked up one roll from it, I don’t know what it was but the aroma of this meal was adding to my hunger…. My stomach lightly growled on its delightful smell and I excitedly asked Boris “What is this… it smell so delicious” “It is Bekatapon…. one of most favored fish and rice meal in Nakota” Boris replied with an innocent smile “Please have it mister and Madame … you both will like it” he further added

In front of us, prepared a small plate complete with cutlery. What else is this? I have to test too. "What is this?! How come Nagasari doesn't have any bananas?!(rice flour cake with banana) Weird!" I said opening a packet of banana leaves. "Madam, this is Nagarasi Kuning Labu," (yellow nagasar with pumpkin) she explained with a smile. But why is it delicious? I added one more. Kusuma and Amelia also ate voraciously. No wonder they are fat now. Kusuma's stomach was a bit distended.

Zach decided that he needed to work on his conditioning first and foremost, having done no serious working out for a month, especially in light of his dismal performance on the morning run, so he concentrated on stretching and the speed bag. At noon, everyone went out to the street and got manicoba, a famous Amazonian dish. The leaves of the manioc plant are compressed and simmered for few days in order to remove poisonous acid and then cooked with a variety of meat, manioc, sausage, bacon, and chicória, and served with a generous portion of rice. It was incredibly filling and delicious and cost less than a dollar.

Gusto mo silang patayin agad? I looked at the white bunny. Para na itong balloon sa laki, and it’s still expanding. Suddenly, I have strong urge to lay down and wailed like a child. “Lady Marina, lumalaki yung kuneho! Para itong sasabog,” Gina said with a slight confusion in her eyes. Hindi ito sigurado kung anong nangyayari, napansin ko ring tumigil ang pag-dagsa ng mga pana. Scared to pop the giant bunny.

Crisanto’s mother presented freshly cooked smelly eggs. “Um. What are these?” Freya asked. “And why do they smell so eggy?” “These are what we call balut,” Crisanto’s mom said. “It’s a fertilized duck! It’s boiled and eaten from the shell with a pinch of salt or a splash of vinegar.” “Fertilized duck?” Freya, Geneva, and Kirk echoed. Kenneth only frowned. “Yes, it’s a famous snack here in the Philippines, and even in other Southeast Asian countries!” Crisanto’s mother winked, adding, “It’s good for honeymooners like you. Here, we call this the ‘Street Viagra,’ known for its aphrodisiac effect.”

“Wow, if this goes on I could get fat,” said Gadis, chuckling. On her desk were several bengbeng, chocolate-layered biscuits, or other snacks as part of the payment for the Shoes bet. Even though Gadis had not guessed the color that King would wear this morning.

He says simply, he's the only normal one and he's shy but he's a fun guy. "The other one is Carlos Mendez, we call him Bambi though." I point to Carlos who has his attention mostly on Camilla than any other person. I bite my tongue from saying anything. I don't know why I'm surprised, Carlos is a womanizer. "Sup." He says coolly. "The next person is Santiago Montez." "How do you do?" He says in a British accent. "Santiago grew up in England." "Oh!" Camilla and Derek say in unison.

She seemed lost in her own thoughts. “Who taught you that?” Muna tightened her lips as the hair hissed and released steams into the morning air. “Anyway, the people of Arkenta are skillful hunters because they use bananas in hunting. It is an effective way of hunting monkeys because a story said that the ancestors of the monkey had told their offspring that bananas are their second life, and they should never part away with it no matter what happens. That’s why the people of Arkenta have this saying, ‘living in deception is like separating a monkey from banana.” She explained patiently.

I hissed. "I'll give you my Puso," he said, holding his left chest. There are various meanings of Puso that I know. It could be the literal heart or the Banana heart which has a fleshy, chunky, and flaky texture but its taste is quite neutral due to its fibrous capacity but does has a slightly nutty and fruity flavor. When he opened his bag, I saw it. "I mean, I'll put a banana heart in your bag. Since my bag is so heavy, I'll sell it inside school. Can you sell it or even one banana heart for me? I just need money and my body can't lift much. I have a fever," the man pleaded.