Banana Splits Novels & Stories

Loreta patiently teaches Helena to season the fish with salt, pepper, lemon juice, and cloves, while she herself sautés garlic, onion, bell pepper, and tomatoes in olive oil in the clay pot. "Get me the 'verdolaga,' dear," Loreta asks, pointing to the bananas that are neither green nor ripe. Helena approaches with the container of bananas cut into three pieces, and Loreta continues, explaining, "This is the ideal stage for the banana in this dish. It needs to have that sap oozing from the peel."

“R-Really?” “Of course, so, please give me some time, okay?” She smiled and could not help herself to jump onto him and hugged him tightly. “Thank you so much, Ty!” Tyeron chuckled and hugged her. “Sure, no problem.” “Ahmm, excuse me ma’am and sir, here’s our other fruit seedlings. We have Rambutan, Lanzones, seedless satsuma, mandarin, bananas, papayas and calamansi.” “Wow, they look amazing,” Tyeron said while looking at the seedlings.

Emily's inner monologue continued until Calvin stood right beside her. "Harvesting, grandma?" Calvin asked as he took over the bananas from the grandma. "Yes, it's for your parents," the grandma replied. "Wow, there are so many, grandma?" Calvin exclaimed as he looked at the harvested bananas. Calvin was surprised to see so many banana trees, producing not only Ambon and Kepok bananas but also Cavendish bananas. In Jakarta, these three types of bananas were relatively expensive, especially in supermarkets and malls, making them quite valuable.

Sherry replied, her eyes sparkled. Axel smiled, removed bills from his wallet, and gave them to the nearby maid. "Mae, buy two kilos of ripe yellow bananas; they must be sweet. Taste the bananas first before you buy them. I only want the best bananas for my wife and baby," he said, putting the money in the maid's hand. "Copy, sir," Mae replied, then looked at her mistress. "Anything else, ma'am?" she asked. "Add avocado smoothie if you can find one nearby. If not, then don't bother. The bananas are enough for me," Sherry concluded.

As the car approached one the supervisor she frequented, Ana found herself contemplating whether she should buy fruits. She didn’t want to show up with a basket of produce only to find that Theo had already stocked up. After a moment of indecision, she shrugged and decided to get a few apples and bananas. Better safe than sorry, she thought. Besides, there was no way Cecil would reject fresh fruits.

After the servant left, she took the fruit gently and began to eat it. Rolando thought for a moment, then went closer to her and asked: "Oh yeah, what fruits do you like to eat?" "Me? Banana." Rolando gave an ambiguous smile, "What you like is actually ... It's big and long, but unfortunately, it's too soft. " She blushed and slanted her head, "What are you thinking about?" "Isn't the banana big and long?" "I even like to eat mangoes." Rolando couldn't help but laugh.

And unfortunately, I was that breakfast. But instead of being scared of his fierce expression, I couldn’t help but let my eyes roam over his bare upper body. He wasn’t wearing a shirt, and the only thing covering his lower half was a thin pair of boxer shorts. Yes, thin—because his jumbo banana was very visible. I swallowed hard, unable to take my eyes off the bulge between his legs. So, bananas really do come in that size—jumbo, indeed. Or maybe even bigger than jumbo.

Zoe accepted a cup of coffee from Willa, set it carefully on the kitchen table, beyond Keira’s reach, then carried on spooning mashed bananas into her daughter’s sweet little rosebud mouth. Zoe hated bananas with a passion, and fervently wished that Keira would develop a love affair with applesauce. So far, no luck, so Zoe breathed through her mouth and avoided looking directly at the bowl.