Ever since I was a kid, I’ve loved banana splits. They’ve always felt to me like the king of all desserts just for the sheer size of them. Nothing more complex than a sandwich was ever made at home back then, so the only time I had one was at the local Dairy Queen. Rather than different types of ice cream, this version was just 3 lumps of soft-serve vanilla with various colored goo on top to emulate the strawberry and chocolate portions, but it was magnificent! Ridiculously high in calories, of course, but that wasn’t something you ever talked about back then.
When Philippe and I were in Paris a few years ago, he took me to one of his favorite places to have an authentic banana split. Well, I was assuming we would share one, but when I suggested it his face scrunched up and he looked at me like I had just suggested we jump naked into the Seine. I apparently assumed incorrectly that a dessert the size of a small puppy should be shared. I mean, even the names suggests you “split” it! But if I wanted to partake, I was going to have to eat my own giant ice cream and fruit dish using my own dedicated spoon. And so I did, and it was worth it!
I can’t really fault him, as sharing ice cream desserts isn’t very appetizing. There’s something about the milkiness that makes it seem somewhat unsanitary. Also, a banana split may start out looking magnificent, but its demise is a gruesome affair. What was once a beautiful piece of art is transformed into a funky trough of brownish-pink ooze with chunks in it. My, that’s vulgar. Suffice it to say, there’s a good reason to enjoy the end privately. Just you, your puppy-sized dessert, and your very own spoon.
You’re all invited to a Doodlewash Dinner Party during the month of May! Just tag your food or drink image #doodlewashdinner and I’ll feature you and your culinary creations in a delicious Doodlewash Gallery at the end of the month!