And now I shall talk about food.

It is official, I have finally run out of things to blog about.

I was amazed to see, however, that my sidenote bananadilla recipe has polarized the nation. Well, maybe not the nation, but at least the few dozen folks that stop by here regularly. Some scoffed at the ridiculousness of the bananadilla, and even tried to make them into some newfangled s'more recipe. Others tried them and liked them.

You can take my word for it, scoffers, they are good. Good like a Mexican peanut butter banana sandwich. I also forgot to give credit to my mom, who e-mailed me the recipe a few months back from somewhere or another that I have now forgotten. So props to that unknown publication.

I also want to go on record and say that I don't even like s'mores. I know that is going to cause some controversy in this already polarized nation. I am an avid camper and Girl Scout Leader, and I will not hide my preferences any longer. I cannot live this lie. S'mores are disgusting.

Don't be mistaken, I can put away some roasted marshmallows. And we all know I have no problem with the Hershey's. I simply refuse to waste these separately delicious desserts by combining them with a dry, crumbly cracker and calling it by its arrogant name, which in itself assumes that it will be well liked. It's not even a real contraction. It's a fake contraction and a disgrace to desserts everywhere. To s'mores, I say: N'more.

In trying times such as these, I hope you can support a blogger who takes a stand.