When I first saw a picture of Dale Earnhardt, Jr.’s disgusting mayonnaise and banana sandwich, it made me so angry that I retweeted it with a few choice profanities. As the day wore on, however, I couldn’t stop thinking about this sandwich. Nobody, nobody on Earth would eat a sandwich that sounds as disgusting as this one unless it was actually good.
Which made me intensely curios about the taste. And since I consider myself to be an adventurous eater, I wanted to try it.
Like Junior, I’m a proud Southerner. Apparently, the combination of peanut butter, mayonnaise, and bananas on white bread was a cheap, survival staple. I called my grandmother, who grew up poor in the Appalachian mountains, and asked if she’d ever eaten a banana, peanut butter, and mayonnaise sandwich. No — she preferred the other strange Southern mixture of cornbread and buttermilk — but, she said, my step-grandfather STILL eats peanut butter and mayonnaise sandwiches.
I realized I had all the ingredients for this thing, and there was nothing but fear and doubt stopping me from eating this sandwich. So, I resolved to make it. With Hellman’s mayonnaise, as Junior prefers.