Gone bananas!!!

*To the tune of Beethoven’s 5th symphony* BA-NA-NA-NAAAAA…

Oooh, we had the wildest Relief Society birthday party ever!

For those of you who don’t already know, the RS is the organization/auxiliary at church for women aged 18 and above. We have Enrichment (short for home, family and personal enrichment meeting, formerly called “homemaking”) on the Wednesday following the first Sunday of the month.

This time around, the presidency planned a party themed “Going Bananas!” To start the evening off, we sang “Day-O” which was just really funny – awkward funny. We had a potluck after. Everyone had brought something with bananas or banana leaves. Most of us wore green or yellow.

Here’s an embarrassingly girly thing about me: I LOVE matching colors! Give me an excuse and I could go all out and get dressed up in red, purple, blue, pink or black – name any color! – with jewelry, hair accessories and even bags to match. I wore my bright yellow top and put a yellow daisy to match on my ear. I had bought a stalk of them for myself earlier. I love daisies, and yellow!!!! Bright and happy, like I want to be.

For plates, we used banana leaves and instead of forks and spoons (that’s what we use here instead of knives), we used our hands. It wasn’t anything new, really, since the Indians (the ones from India – they make a substantial portion of our population) have what they call banana leaf rice where they eat rice and curry on a banana leaf and they eat with their hands like the Malays do. Still, it was fun. It’s hard to say prim and rigid when you’re getting all messy with your food like that.

The food was mm-mmm good! I made deep-fried banana dumplings (flour, mashed bananas, salt & baking powder), mom brought fish baked with a Thai sauce wrapped in banana leaves, Rosie made rice steamed with chicken stock and cinnamon sticks, wrapped in banana leaves of course. There were banana fritters, chips, fruit salad, more stuff on banana leaves, and of course, for dessert: banana split!

I’m getting so tired of having to correct my typos! Bannana, bnanan, bananma, bananna… ARGH!

We had tags with banana words on them like “banana tree”, “green banana”, “banana republic” etc. pinned to our backs and we had to ask questions with yes no answers to guess what it said. Good tool for breaking the ice not that we weren’t already chattering the house down. There were about 15 of us – 6 of which were visitors…. it was just perfect.

We had a banana IQ test (I posted that last), and I amazed myself and did the best out of all the women. Hah. Missed one question – I guess bananas take longer to ripen than I thought… and then we cast votes for who would be the “Banana Queen”. The criteria was that they dressed like a banana, got into the banana spirit, brought a banana dish, was friendly, loved bananas and some other stuff I don’t remember.

And the Banana Queen was…. *drumroll*

ME!

Hehehe. Surprise, surprise. While writing down names on our ballots around the table, people were asking how my name was spelled. LoL! Don’t ask me – I don’t know! Fei? Yep. Faye? Correct. Fay? Sure. Fae – heck, why not!

Ok – before I go any further, let me fill you in on something you might not have been aware of. There is only one thing I can think of that I absolutely DISlike in this world – BANANAS!!! Oh gosh, it was torture having to turn down all that food. “What do you MEAN you don’t like bananas?” “You’re kidding, right?!” And then there was eating the ice cream around the banana… there was still a hint of banana in my ice cream. Ugh…

We have a video of me from when I was 4 or so, screaming because Dad put a banana in my ice cream, and I insisted it would still TASTE like banana after he took it out!

What don’t I like about it? The smell. The texture of a raw banana is pretty horrid too – even you would agree, but it’s the smell that gets me. [gag]

So, I got crowned the “Banana Queen” and proudly accepted my trophy – a HUGE bunch of bananas!!! It was just too funny; we were laughing our faces red and couldn’t stop to look charming for the camera. Teeheheheheheheheee…

Earlier that day, I had just bought a big bunch of bananas for my dumplings, only to come home to a bunch Mom had bought for me.

We’re going to have bananas growing out of our ears tomorrow. More bananas (there’s that cursed word again!) to eat. JOY!

I am the Banana Queen – all show bow down and worship me!

Here’s to a year of world peace under my reign. May we run out of bananas tomorrow!

Nothing witty to say. Shutting up now. Making a banana peel out of myself.

~The end.