As a food blogger, I receive a curious amount of free samples in the mail. Just the other morning, UPS delivered a long rectangular package of Funky Monkey snacks. Here I was, hoping for something excitable, face falling instead to the sight of four bags of freeze-dried fruit with names like Purple Funk and Bananamon.
If you can't get a four-year old to eat a banana, then you won't get him to try crunchy banana chips. Real bananas seem like enough of an incentive. They're bright, appealing, and super-sweet. A bag of the cinnamon-dusted chips does contain three servings of fruit, but it just made me want a real banana with some nutella.
If a natural disaster hits any time soon, I know what I'm eating.