Doggone It - All Out of Bananas
By Gus Kilthau
@Ceerios (4698)
Goodfellow, Texas
July 10, 2016 12:35pm CST
What's a person supposed to do when they run out of bananas to cut up and to stick into their morning bowl of Cheerios?
Yeah. I know - find a coconut or a watermelon to put into the bowl with the cereal. 
The no-bananas calamity struck this morning. Hit me right where I live - in the stomach. When I got up this morning there were only two things on my mind. (1) Make that million bucks today and, (2) get that big bowl of Cheerios and bananas on the breakfast table right front and center.
No bananas. Still had plenty of Cheerios, a sufficient amount of those to keep from going "bananas" myself. No strawberries, no apples, no peaches, no nothing that I could find to put atop those wonderful Cheerios.
Scratch my nose and wiggle my toes - what to do?
Finally, the wise words of our family doctor bubbled to the top of the pile of neurons I keep up there within that bony box between my ears, to wit:
"You have lost some weight, young man, and I want you to get some of those 'Ensure' kinds of nutritional drinks they push on the old folks these days."
Yes. That was it. "Ensure" kinds of stuff. We had some of that goop in the cooler - the chocolate shake kind. So I gave it a try. Success. Doggone good with the Cheerios. Also something to report along to our doc. (And she thinks that she knows everything already...)
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Image source: Gus Kilthau
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The no-bananas calamity struck this morning. Hit me right where I live - in the stomach. When I got up this morning there were only two things on my mind. (1) Make that million bucks today and, (2) get that big bowl of Cheerios and bananas on the breakfast table right front and center.
No bananas. Still had plenty of Cheerios, a sufficient amount of those to keep from going "bananas" myself. No strawberries, no apples, no peaches, no nothing that I could find to put atop those wonderful Cheerios.
Scratch my nose and wiggle my toes - what to do?
Finally, the wise words of our family doctor bubbled to the top of the pile of neurons I keep up there within that bony box between my ears, to wit:
"You have lost some weight, young man, and I want you to get some of those 'Ensure' kinds of nutritional drinks they push on the old folks these days."
Yes. That was it. "Ensure" kinds of stuff. We had some of that goop in the cooler - the chocolate shake kind. So I gave it a try. Success. Doggone good with the Cheerios. Also something to report along to our doc. (And she thinks that she knows everything already...)
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Image source: Gus Kilthau
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6 responses
Well, you gotta be resourceful and do whatcha gotta do . . . and sometimes you find those happy "accidents" that you end up loving. I'm glad that saved you and you were "ensured" of a tasty breakfast afterall 
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. So is that something you will always have from now on?@Ceerios (4698)
• Goodfellow, Texas
11 Jul 16
@much2say - That brown stuff tastes mighty good all by itself and it may get dumped into the Cheerios bowl from time to time - but there is no way for the brown stuff to beat out the pure good taste and joy of having sliced bananas in your Cheerios.
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@Ceerios (4698)
• Goodfellow, Texas
11 Jul 16
@JudyEv - Ms Judy - There is no question but that apples, bananas, and yoghurt are "healthy" - as long as they do not catch the influenza, the Zika thing, or be otherwise eaten up by some other critter before you can get your tummy around them. 
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@Ceerios (4698)
• Goodfellow, Texas
11 Jul 16
marcyaz - Oh, Lover of Cheerios and Bananas - Your good taste is equal to my own good taste - Cheerios plus banana slices. One time I got stuck with some really green (unripe) bananas. Cured that in a big hurry. Stuck the slices into the microwave for about 30 seconds (or thereabouts) and that is how long it took for the things to get ripe, Me, on the other side of the microwave door, hungering for Cheerios and RIPE bananas. It worked like a dream. 
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