Lemon? Banana? Spaghetti Squash?

I found some pretty fancy footwear in the thrift store. It was so fancy, I couldn't tell what it was.

 Are these supposed to be lemons? Bananas? Spaghetti Squashes? (Is there some yellow thing I'm missing? Maybe they're magic wish slippers.)

Do you wear slippers? 

Would you wear these?

Waffles Like Never Before

Do you like waffles?

With cheese?

Then melt the cheese and add peanut butter...

bananas...

and syrup!

The chef is ready to try it...

and...

she likes it!

What's your best food concoction?

Mysterious Tropical Fruit

 We fished this out of the river in Hawaii. I know our hostess, Genna, had a name for it, but I don't remember what it was.

She said we could eat it.

So I tried.

But I wasn't sure what part to eat. I ate some seeds, which were rather sour, and then I tried to bite the side of the fruit. It was like trying to bite through the sole of my sandal.

Hmmm.

I think I'll stick with bananas.

Do you like tropical fruit? 

What's your favorite?

Do I Look Like a Turkey?

I am thankful for FACE PAINT!

Or maybe I'm just thankful to spend time with people I love, like one of my granddaughters and her friend. The red and green snake girl could go on a Christmas tree! The apple/banana cheeked princess could go to a royal grocery store! And I could be... um... I could be a lizard lipped splashy cheeked jungle baby!

Or a turkey.

I painted two faces, my pictured granddaughter (better known as Banana Face) painted one.

(Guess who painted what!?)

Going Chinese!

I got free soup at a Chinese restaurant because the waiter brought the wrong kind. He just gave it to me, "flee of chalge."

I also had bananas fried dough (what were they called?) Yummy bananas!

I also had seaweed salad, and it wasn't slimy! It was even kind of crunchy. Yes, it did taste like seaweed, but not too much. I only looked over my shoulder for the ocean once. 

Spring rolls. They tasted good, but they had chewy cabbagey chopped up inside that was kind of hard to chew. I actually dipped the spring rolls in the seaweed salad sauce as much as the yellow sauce that they came with.

The bananas were the best, IMHO. (Do you know what that means? "In My Humble Opinion." Or it could mean "I Make Hot Oatmeal."

What would you say it means?

(And which of these foods would you like the best?)

Banana Writing

When I was a kid on long road trips, we would play riveting games such as "The License Plate Game," where we would strive to spy a license plate from every state in the union, or "The Alphabet Game" where we had strict rules for not using license plates to find the alphabet letters in order (license plates were reserved for the former game.) Another staunchly enforced alphabet rule was that another person could not use the same letter that someone else had already claimed on a passing sign, even if it was the coveted "Q" from a few-and-far-between Quaker Oil sign. We also sang "100 More Miles" (or however many miles it was to our destination.) The full lyrics (besides substituting the number "100" for however many miles you are traveling) go like this: "100 more miles, 100 more miles, 100 more miles to go-o, just pick up your feet and swing your arms, 100 more miles to goooo." First of all, it was a miracle that I never recall my parents telling us to stop singing That Song. Secondly, it was a great disappointment when I realized that finishing a verse before subtracting a mile from the total and singing it again did not result in one full mile passing beneath our rolling station wagon wheels. (There were 8 children. We needed a station wagon.) I felt that whoever had written the song was never a dedicated traveler and had no business putting a song like that out there with insufficient lyrics to cover a full mile.
Now we have a new generation of travelers, ones who watch TVs in the car and play electronic games while all those license plates and billboards pass them by. We also have those who write on bananas.
Write on bananas?
Oh, yes. Banana writing was invented when a traveler wished to practice writing Roman Numerals only to discover that while someone had the foresight to bring food, there was no readily available paper. Hence, writing numerals on the nearby banana.
Can you read the Roman Numeral banana?
(I'm actually quite fond of deciphering Roman Numerals. It's like a secret code.)