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If you prefer you bananas with pedigree, than the Cavendish is for you. It has peerage – so you may address your banana as Duke, Marquess, Earl, Viscount – or Baron Banana. But if our banana doesn’t come when you call — then “hey you!” should work. Most bananas we include in our cases are [...]
Here at the FruitGuys, we like to dress up like bananas, because we love bananas! A perfect food, only 110 calories, 4g fiber, 1g of protein and high in potassium and Vitamin C. We love the elegant and easy-to-open packaging. Plus you can use a banana to make silly phone calls. Did you know that [...]
Fruit Quality Grab Bag Winter can bring some challenges to keeping fruit at the appropriate temperatures during transport. Our buyers, packers, and delivery people do their best to keep fruit protected from extreme temperature exposure. But if your fruit ever doesn’t look right, please give us a call at 1-877-FRUIT-ME (877-378-4863) and we will make [...]
By Chris Mittelstaedt The 1878 edition of A Domestic Cyclopædia of Practical Information, published by Henry Holt & Company, explained to eager readers the uses for the banana: “It is eaten raw, either alone or cut in slices with sugar and cream, or wine and orange juice. It is also roasted, fried or boiled, and is made into [...]
Operating Instructions for America’s Favorite Fruit By Chris Mittelstaedt Long before I started wearing a banana suit to encourage people to eat more of them, American consumers were instructed in how to peel and eat the famous Cavendish, or sweet, banana: “It is eaten raw, either alone or cut in slices with sugar and cream, [...]
I have a gripe with a comedy standard. I’ve tried—I mean I’ve really worked at it—and I still can’t seem to slip on a banana peel. Sure, it’ll slide a little bit, but generally, I’ve found that slipping in that silent-movie sense—legs flailing in an upended tribute to Charlie Chaplin—just doesn’t happen. As a kid, [...]
Every summer when I was kid we would visit my grandparents in New Orleans. My dad’s folks lived in Metairie, a parish just outside the city near Lake Pontchartrain in a small, brick, one-story house. For a kid it seemed like a land of the lost where every yard was a miniature prehistoric garden filled [...]
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