A secret

I have a secret.

I'm addicted to something dark, luscious, but cold to the core.

I know an addiction is bad. And I know this is not a good condition. But I can't help myself. I'm a slave to the chilly hardness...

of Trader Joe's Gone Bananas.


I get excited at the end of the day just thinking about these frozen bananas and the glorious chocolate coating. I salivate at the thought of them before dinner. The soothing coolness of the hard, frozen banana is the perfect ending to a long and intensive day at work.

Four bananas in a box have disappeared in less than 24 hrs in my house before. Lurking from the darkness, the bananas call my name and all I can do is oblige. I find myself mindlessly filling my mouth, slurping up the juices as the they melt in my mouth. Oh, goodness, this stuff is so good, I can't wait another second. I can't resist them any longer. I'm succumbing to the temptation of my addiction...