I can eat bananas now, but when i was a kid, my Dad took me to see his old uncle in the nursing home. the guy was strapped in his cahir, and someone had just fed him a banana. The bits and pieces were hanging from his mouth, dribbling down his chest, as he sat there, stunned, almost catatonic. poor old guy. I love oat milk lattes, too, and my dentists plays Christian radio. I swear.