For the first time since I have been back home, here in Northern California, the supply of peanut butter and ripe-but-not-over-ripe bananas have coincided, and my peanut-butter-banana-and-honey sandwich craving has been fulfilled.

Despite blah-bla-blah, bla, and blah-blah-bla* one thing I have to say of my former place of residence, is that there were almost always fresh -- sometimes not-ripe-yet -- bananas and peanut butter. Of course, the bread here is much, much better.

*Slew of negative sentiments edited out.