When my wife tried to crack the banana code, her coworker simply relied "Those are Filipino bananas! Those are our bananas!" Eventually my faithful spy got her fellow cubicle prisoner to talk (to this day she refuses to divulge how she got the information) and she then returned with the secret of the fritter's origin: It came from the flea market!
|The Elusive Saba Bananas|
At the end of the stall I saw a Filipino woman carefully weighing big blocky stubs of bananas in her hands, and a faint memory arose of seeing these trapezoidal nanners online, affirming that these were indeed the bananas I sought. On my first trip to the flea market I bought a heavy bunch of what I later found to be Saba bananas, along with rambutans, tomatoes (boring, right?), June plums and a white guava, all for a pittance. On the way home we stopped by a Fresh Market and snagged a dragonfruit, which were sold out at the flea market. It was a surprising find for a chain grocer.
|Thai White Guava|
|Our cornucopia of tropical fruit, served up on a banana leaf from the garden|