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Banana- Split<\/b><\/p>\n

You never order it. It\u2019s too monstrous, almost tasteless in its clawing sugary profusion. And yet, here you are. You\u2019ve recently grown weary of sophisticated tastes, indulged too often in the bitter nuances. You\u2019ve progressed to the hazy indefinable subtlety of the floating island, to things just shy of imperceptible. You\u2019ve advanced to the measured summertime luxuriance of a little cup of four red fruits. So, just once, you let yourself linger over that line on the menu reserved for banana split.<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd for you?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cA banana split.\u201d<\/p>\n

It\u2019s almost difficult to order, this mountain of simple pleasure. The young man takes your order with a respectful impartiality, but still you feel a little sheepish. There\u2019s something childish in this unbridled consumption, which disregards every dietary moral and is completely without aesthetic reluctance. \u00a0Banana split: the sheer brash childish gluttony, a pure primal hunger. When you get it, the surrounding diners leer at the dish with a mocking eye. It\u2019s served on a dish, or in a giant even less discrete boat. Around the rest of the room there\u2019s nothing but measly bird-sized helpings, narrow cakes whose chocolaty intensity collects in a skinny saucer. But, the banana split unfurls its earthly indulgence. A half-hearted shoring up of banana supported by scoops of vanilla and chocolate couldn\u2019t dream of holding together a united front. The situation is exacerbated by a generous dapple of garish whipped cream. Thousands of people in the world die of hunger. Perhaps this thought is conceivable before a small slab of bitter chocolate. But, how do you confront it faced with a banana split? With the sprawling wonder under your nose you\u2019re not really even hungry anymore. The remorse starts to set in, but you\u2019ve got to get through it. You\u2019ll forgive yourself after all this languid sweetness. A perversity such as this is healthy from time to time, and it can be accomplished only with the help of a philandering appetite. Like a child stealing jam from the pantry, you hide this indecent pleasure from the adult world, condemned by the unspoken code, and you\u2019re fully aware up until the final spoonful- it\u2019s a sin.<\/td>\n

Un banana-split<\/strong><\/p>\n

On n’en prend jamais. C’est trop monstrueux, presque fade \u00e0 force d’opulence sucreuse. Mais voil\u00e0. On a trop fait ces derniers temps dans le cama\u00efeu raffin\u00e9, l’amertume ton sur ton. On a pouss\u00e9 jusqu’\u00e0 l’\u00eele flottante le l\u00e9ger vaporeux, l’insaisissable, et jusqu’\u00e0 la coupelle aux quatre fruits rouges la luxuriance estivale mesur\u00e9e. Alors, pour une fois, on ne saute pas sur le menu la ligne r\u00e9serv\u00e9e au banana-split.<\/p>\n

– Et pour vous?<\/p>\n

– Un banana-split.<\/p>\n

C’est assez difficile \u00e0 commander, cette montagne de bonheur simple. Le gar\u00e7on l’enregistre avec une objectivit\u00e9 d\u00e9f\u00e9rente, mais on se sent quand m\u00eame un peu penaud. Il y a quelque chose d’enfantin dans ce d\u00e9sir total, que ne vient cautionner aucune morale di\u00e9t\u00e9tique, aucune r\u00e9ticence esth\u00e9tique. Banana-split, c’est la gourmandise provocante et pu\u00e9rile, l’app\u00e9tit brut. Quand on vous l’apporte, les clients des tables voisines lorgnent l’assiette avec un oeil goguenard. Car c’est servi sur assiette, le banana-split, ou dans une vaste barquette \u00e0 peine plus discr\u00e8te. Partout, dans la salle, ce ne sont que coupes minces pour cigognes, g\u00e2teaux \u00e9troits dont l’intensit\u00e9 chocolat\u00e9e se recueille dans une \u00e9tique soucoupe. Mais le banana-split s’\u00e9tale: c’est un plaisir \u00e0 ras de terre. Un vague empilement de la banane sur les boules de vanille et de chocolat n’emp\u00eache pas la surface, exacerb\u00e9e par une dose g\u00e9n\u00e9reuse de chantilly ringarde. Des milliers de gens sur terre meurent de faim. Cette pens\u00e9e est recevable \u00e0 la rigueur devant un pav\u00e9 au chocolat amer. Mais comment l’affronter face au banana-split? La merveille \u00e9tal\u00e9e sous le nez, on n’a plus vraiment faim. Heureusement, le remords s’installe. C’est lui qui vous permettra d’aller au bout de toute cette douceur languissante. Une perversit\u00e9 salubre vient \u00e0 la rescousse de l’app\u00e9tit flageolant. Comme on volait enfant des confitures dans l’armoire, on d\u00e9robe au monde adulte un plaisir ind\u00e9cent, r\u00e9prouv\u00e9 par le code – jusqu’\u00e0 l’ultime cuiller\u00e9e, c’est un p\u00e9ch\u00e9.<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n

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