o loke to ote opples ond bononos

i'm having a hard time lately finding a good bite of banana, and today considered the hard facts that maybe i just do not like them anymore. it's one thing - those proud moments when you report to your 88 year old grandmother "i like tomatoes now!", but quite another when a tried and true and beloved breakfast companion seems to be slipping away from you. i'm almost afraid to try my grandfather's grapefruit and guava juice. afraid that i'll like it. i will have then fully turned some sort of corner separating who i am with who i was. though. those little grapefruit sporks are sure cute.