One of my favorite desserts on earth is the banana split cake, a family tradition at Granny’s house, any time we’re all gathered together. This used to just mean holidays, but since we moved out of town, Granny pretty much makes it for me any time I’m coming for a visit. I’m allergic to bananas and don’t care for whip cream, but after I pick it apart, I could eat this thing till I’m sick (that’s usually what happens.) I promised Granny I’d try to make my own this year, since she was enjoying hers without me on Christmas.
We found the basic ingredients, and I was pretty optimistic that this was going to be a happy day. Mind you, I was slicing and dicing fresh pineapple rather than canned (that should be even better, right?), I had to take the closest thing to vanilla wafers I could find, the cream cheese was Neufchatel, and whip cream was out of the question, but I was still hopeful.
Man, how disappointing. I followed the family recipe exactly, but it was sour and had quite an aftertaste. Maybe the confectioners sugar here is not as sweet. ??? Sorry, Granny--I tried.