The Chosen One

In light of all the blathering you have had to endure about the bananas on this blog, it was my firm intention to keep my next little experiment to myself until it was over and I could present you all with a finished product.

That being a ripe banana.

So I duly trotted out the ladder, sans camera, let the boys have their turn on it, waited patiently for mine, climbed up it, and chose one to cut down.

But while I was up there, with the bananas right in my face, I could not fail to notice one thing.

These bananas are the fattest little fatty boombalahs I have ever seen. Not huge bananas, but FAT. Enormously fat. I kept walking around the house with the banana, "isn't it fat, have you ever seen such a fat banana, my goodness, would you take a look at how very fat this banana is".

Unfortunately I have found the sheer fatness of this banana really difficult to capture in image, so I have gone the way of countless little boys before me and I measured the banana.

Measuring proved to be a little bit of a problem, in that I have no measuring tape. So I've used a deflated balloon, because I think that standard balloon sizes have got to be pretty universal.

And the results blew me away. The banana, measured at its fattiest fat fat point, is two unstretched standard size balloon lengths around. But the amazing thing is, that it only measures one and two thirds of a standard size balloon long.

This fat banana is not as long as it is fat.

In all conscience, how could I keep that sort of information from you?

I think this banana is crying out to be included in a nursery rhyme.