My little banana-exploration began innocently enough. Food erotica was not on my radar. I popped over toWired mag and stumbled head-first into banana erotica. Because I had such a lark with the Food Porn two weeks ago, I was revved up for another episode. I know that familiarity breeds contempt, but surely we have another run at the food erotica subject, before retiring the jersey.

“How decadent,” I murmured to myself, checking out this boldly-colored, yummy-flavored banana extravaganza, one of 10 food photos chosen as winners by Wired readers.  I rest my point, dear friends, that food porn is positive proliferating its slimey face all over America. None of us can escape its influence.

What would Madame Nature say? Bananas are yellow, darn it. They should not be dressed up like some transsexual cancan girls kicking up sand in the Desert.