Travels in the South

Can you say banana cheesecake?  When mom first read this on a local restaurant menu she hesitated.  First because dad is not a huge fan of bananas.  He says it goes back to his childhood and having to eat bananas almost every day.  I don’t know what he’s complaining about.  I love bananas and would welcome eating them daily.  Just ask mom.  So mom hesitated for about two seconds and then told dad she was ordering it.  He started with his usual okay but I don’t want any.

It comes to the table looking like the picture above.  Mom said she actually thought she heard angels singing in the background.  She tried a bite.  She said it was like that part in the movie When Sally Met Harry.  I’m not sure what she was talking about – it confuses me and she told me not to worry about it because I was too young.  No I’m not.  But whatever it meant, it intrigued daddy so he asked for a small bite.

Mommy said daddy groaned.  That’s so weird.  Why would he groan?  Shrugging piggy shoulders.  Mom then said that daddy ended up eating half of it.  So much for not liking bananas huh?  And was it asking too much to bring some home to the oinker?