The Banana Paradoxon

I have an obscure but fairly distinct dislike of ripe bananas. I think I always have had it. The smell alone turns my stomach upside down - to be honest we're talking about near disgust here.

Which is weird.
Because generally, I have nothing against bananas. Sure, I don't eat them all the time and they're definitely not my favourite fruit, but I do enjoy the occasional non-ripe banana. Yes, not ripe. In fact, the greener the better. I think maybe someone some time might have told me that eating green bananas isn't healthy. I might be mistaken in that memory but in any way: I still like my bananas unripe.

Should I decide to by some I can be found roaming the fruit section of the supermarket on my quest to find the perfect green banana. Finn is usually the person behind me saying - with a slightly desperate tinge to her voice: "Honey, I'm pretty certain you won't find a banana in the world greener than that", pointing to the thing under the scrutiny of my probing hands and eyes. She seems to be of the opinion that I'd have to eat a banana still attached to a tree to be content with its ripeness.

However, in a daring attempt to rid our kitchen of those three ugly brown fruit items that have been lying in the fruit basket for oh-too-long I now have a batch of banana/peanut butter cookies in the oven.

I withstood the pungent smell and taste, managing to keep the gagging down to a minimum. Now I am praying the taste of ripeness will be lost in the heat or the other ingredients will overpower it. I'm certainly willing to give them a chance, after all there's chocolate chips in them. And if I don't like - Finn will surely be grateful for an abundance of cookies. She's a lot less picky where I am going bananas...

Edit: recipe link.