Bananas and Cream

Okay, so HE was in the mood for a snack and he’s partial to bananas. I left him in the kitchen happily peeling and chopping and asking if we had any cream.
‘Sure,’ says I, heading out with food for the kitten (more about her another time – picked her up, abandoned a couple of weeks ago).
So, I return two minutes later to discover him scooping powder generously over his bananas….
‘What do you think you’re serving yourself?’
‘Cream,’ says he.
‘Cream? From that container?’
He points. ‘It says AveCrem and there’s a picture of a cow on the front.’
‘I think you need to work on your Spanish….’
‘It’s cream.’
‘No, it isn’t,’
‘Yes, it is,’
‘No, it’s beef stock.’
‘It says ‘crem‘,’
‘That means it mixes to give a creamy consistency.’
‘You sure?’
‘It’s was mixed into your spaghetti bolognese at lunchtime.’
‘Oh!’
The bananas meantime have sucked beef stock mix deep into their heart leaving a coffee coloured juice over their surface….
Kitten yowls for more sardines….
Two minutes later, HE has the chopped bananas in my spaghetti drainer, washing them under the tap. ‘It won’t come off.’
‘So chop some fresh bananas. Put those on the bird table. The blackbirds’ll love ’em.’
‘No, it’ll be alright….’
So, HE eats the lot, complaining bitterly that his dessert tastes peculiar….

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