It was just sort of catch as catch can for dinner last night after church and our big hike along Little River yesterday. Mrs. Irish made her a banana sandwich and I had a bowl of left over Chili and a couple of pieces of Mexican cornbread.

Well, she goes all East Gadsden on me and makes her banana sandwich with sliced bananas, mayonnaise, and a slice of cheddar cheese. I almost had to go eat somewhere else. I told her I wasn't kissing her until after she took a poop the next day and got all that out of her system.

For me it's bananas and peanut butter, preferably chunky, and that's it. Sometimes I will drizzle a little wildflower honey on there and grill the whole sandwich in butter, especially for breakfast with a tall glass of ice cold milk. But Mayonnaise will never touch my banana. I love mayonnaise, but only on the right sandwich, such as a BLT, or in some coleslaw or tarter sauce.