Thirty Four years ago I brought my young Bride from Denver, out to live with me on the farm. It took some getting used to each others traditions.
One morning she set a toasted sandwich in front of me. A banana sandwich. Not wanting to call into question her upbringing. I ate it as though it was a normal occurrence for me. Pretty good. We've had them, from time to time, since then.
Take two pieces of toast. Put mayo on one, with bacon. Put peanut butter on the other with long slices of banana on it. Slap those two together and enjoy. Weird, but good.