Roast bananas, not a good choice.

I walked to the car, got in and took hold of my piece of fruit.

The heat coming from it was not cute.

I wasn't sure whether to eat it, but my tummy wanted too.

It was crying out for solid fuel.

I put it in my mouth and it made me feel sick, but there was nowhere I could spit it out.

It was gooey, sticky and tacky, and it really made me pout.

That's the last time I pick a fruit that roasts in its own skin.

In fact, it's left me traumatised, and if I ever see a banana again...... it's going straight in bin.