'Nanas

What a strange thing happens as one's body becomes acclimatised to a new regime. I seem unable to stay away from the addictive banana. I vaguely seem to remember that it has three different sorts of sugar in it so I really should not over do it, I suppose.
So I have considered trying them as other useful things, not just as a snack. But so far the the result has not been perfect, dammit.
The strong desire may be a hangover from the war, or just post war, period when exotic fruits were not readily available in the UK, too many U-boats around to make fruit imports a worthwhile exercise. Which meant of course that the rich (and lovely) might get them on rare occasions but they were far beyond the dreams of ordinary souls like my family.
But I do remember being told a wonderful fact that may, in my pacifist old age, be the reason why they are so alluring. But then how many apples, pears or pomegranates actually cause death deliberately? Of course we can't be one hundred per cent sure since not all of us talk to plants like good old Charles, possibly because those of us with less horselike wives prefer to talk to them, probably with a far higher likelihood of getting an understandable response.
Having said that we should always remember that the wild banana if not properly fed, housed and, especially, trained has been known to turn on its owner, a very terrifying experience to those not used to the world in the raw. Luckily my experiences in Nigeria have prepared me for sudden and unexpected dangers.