That’s how it is with me and bananas. I buy them or my wife does, and most of the time they sit on the plate and turn all brown and spotted. We keep them well beyond the CSI decomposition stage. Fruit flies are buzzing around the kitchen before we finally toss them into the trash. Sometimes my wife will take the semi-brown ones and make banana nut bread, which I like. More rarely, when one is just right, not too ripe and not too green, I’ll capture it and enjoy. Ever watc