Pursuant to this, from Michael_in_TX:
Ham Banana Rolls, I decided that someone should make a sacrifice. For Science. And after all, it’s ONE BANANA. How much could it cost? Ten dollars?
Mise en place! texastweeter it says in the copy to use a slightly green-tipped banana. I wanted to make an American cheese sauce at 7AM like I wanted a hole in my head, but SCIENCE.
Mustard thinly brushed on the ham slice…
Covered in cheese sauce and into a 350° oven for half an hour!
Yummy! Oh man, I’m salivatin’ like a dog! (That burnt cheese looks rough, but we all know it’s delicious. It didn’t get wasted.)
It looks better on the plate.
There was no leftover cheese sauce in the pan, but I made more than enough. Doesn’t this look great!
No pussyfootin’, let’s cut right to the chase. Let’s get that bite right from the middle, where banana meets mustard meets ham meets American cheese sauce.
And what would your mom say? “YOU CLEAN THAT PLATE! There are starving children who would love to have that!”
No, there aren’t. Not after they tasted it.
This was disgusting. There is no surprise here, no “Wow! I didn’t expect that!” Nothing goes with the banana. Not the cheese, not the ham, not the mustard. It was all a big pain in the ass, making everything way more complicated than it should be, and delaying breakfast by 45 minutes. Four hours later and my stomach is all scrambled by this.
On the other hand, SCIENCE!
Ham Banana Rolls, I decided that someone should make a sacrifice. For Science. And after all, it’s ONE BANANA. How much could it cost? Ten dollars?
Mise en place! texastweeter it says in the copy to use a slightly green-tipped banana. I wanted to make an American cheese sauce at 7AM like I wanted a hole in my head, but SCIENCE.
Mustard thinly brushed on the ham slice…
Covered in cheese sauce and into a 350° oven for half an hour!
Yummy! Oh man, I’m salivatin’ like a dog! (That burnt cheese looks rough, but we all know it’s delicious. It didn’t get wasted.)
It looks better on the plate.
There was no leftover cheese sauce in the pan, but I made more than enough. Doesn’t this look great!
No pussyfootin’, let’s cut right to the chase. Let’s get that bite right from the middle, where banana meets mustard meets ham meets American cheese sauce.
And what would your mom say? “YOU CLEAN THAT PLATE! There are starving children who would love to have that!”
No, there aren’t. Not after they tasted it.
This was disgusting. There is no surprise here, no “Wow! I didn’t expect that!” Nothing goes with the banana. Not the cheese, not the ham, not the mustard. It was all a big pain in the ass, making everything way more complicated than it should be, and delaying breakfast by 45 minutes. Four hours later and my stomach is all scrambled by this.
On the other hand, SCIENCE!
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