The Turon- a delicious but unhealthy way to package an otherwise healthy banana for consumption

We always have bananas in our household. But sometimes we don’t eat them quickly enough before they get overripe. There are three ways I use up our bananas when they start getting to that point: I chop them up and freeze them for smoothies; I make banana bread, pudding, or muffins; and I make turons (or banana lumpia as some people call them).

My husband is Filipino, and my mother in law taught me how to make turons, a very simple but fantastic Filipino banana treat. It’s not healthy; I’m warning you now. But since it has fruit in it, you might be able to enjoy their deliciousness in a state of calorie-denial.

To get started you need several bananas, egg roll wrappers, brown sugar, and oil for the frying pan.

Cut the bananas into fours, and then dip each into the brown sugar before rolling. Start in the corner of the egg roll wrapper and roll diagonally.

After you’ve rolled the banana all the way up, tuck the corners underneath.

I have to admit, my turons don’t look that great. My MIL’s always look fantastic. Hers are perfectly proportioned and smooth. I think mine might look better if I’d used larger bananas here, or if I’d cut the wrappers in half. But mine at least taste good, and that’s what’s important, right?

While rolling your turons, pour some oil into a frying pan, and heat it up. I usually turn mine to medium heat on the stove top. Please be very careful when doing this. Obviously working with hot oil can be hazardous! I use tongs to place the turons into the pan and take them back out again, after they’re fried.

When the turons have started turning light brown, carefully flip them over, using tongs to do so. After both sides have been browned, place them in a paper-towel lined pan to soak up the oil. After they’ve cooled, enjoy!

FYI- that first bite might be a juicy one, so have the napkins ready!

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Why adding ten inches to your son’s head circumference is really bad

So hubby, Mr. Stinky Pants, and I arrived home yesterday evening after visiting friends and family a few hours north of here. We had a great time, but we were tired, and it was nice to get home. We turned in at about 9 p.m. It should’ve been a long, restful night, but then there’s my mom.

She’s kind of like a hypochondriac, only she’s not anxious about her health…she’s anxious about everyone else’s health. She comes up with worst case scenarios, and always at midnight or 5 a.m. Apparently when she can’t sleep, her mind runs rampant, and she imagines that the cold one of us kids has is actually tuberculosis. (Okay, that exact situation didn’t happen, but it is an excellent example of scenarios she does concoct.)

I measured my Mr. Stinky Pants’ head a few days ago, as well as his length, and weighed him. I texted my mom that his head circumference was 27″. At this point, all the parents are probably thinking, Wow! Your son’s a freak! Something is really wrong with that child. And that would be an astronomical head for a 3-month old. But really, his head is 17″, but somehow I added 10″ when I texted my mom. I don’t know how. Don’t judge me. Math has never been my strong point, and now I can’t spell anymore either. Mr. Stinky Pants has sucked my brains out of me.

So I start getting these text messages at about 12:30 a.m. with the end result that I’m measuring my sleeping son’s head multiple times with a measuring tape at 1 a.m., trying to not wake him up. I’m just glad that I wasn’t bragging about his head size all week. Can you imagine what everyone would be thinking?

Also last night, I discovered that hubby’s new commitment to frequent oral hygiene has nothing to do with my frequent nighttime complaints. He has a dentist appointment today.

Why do people do that? Do they really think they can fool the dentist with one week of good habits after 51 weeks of bad? I don’t even bother. Whenever the dentist or assistant tries to explain to me the “proper way to brush” (apparently, there’s an exact step-by-step system to do that properly), I just look at them and say, “Yeah, I’ve never had a cavity, so… .” 

Confession time! Do you do that? Do you try to fool your dentist?

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