Hutzler Banana Slicer, Easy To Use Plastic Banana Fuit Cutter

It was hard, medical school had pounded me - nearly four years of toiling in the deep (DEEP) south had almost broke me. The hours were long and sometimes never ending, disease and malnutrition always my dark shadow everywhere I went. But my calling was the healing arts - and this was my mission. I had also fallen in love with Betina-Jo - a beautiful (though mildly rotund) nurse on the 4th floor (pediatric ICU post care and feeding) of the nearby university hospital. Then the dam broke - patients started flooding in - the diagnosis was a mystery and the symptoms were legion - we were but a small dam to the tsunami of suffering. Even our brilliant attendings, even the unbelievably super intelligent Arthur C. Guyton (the father of medical physiology) and his acolytes could not figure this out and the mystery deepened daily and inevitably along with the hideous suffering. Confusion (eventually becoming delirium), painful and swollen joints, running pustulous sores (I know icch - but thus the life of a pure healer), swollen bleeding gums and patients becoming edentulous (okay, admittedly a lot of them already were but it seemed to get worse so we made them brush their teeth more)(also they had to use mouth wash made up by the dental school students), and weakening unto a horrible lingering death was the pattern of symptoms. We all cried and moaned and even gnashed our teeth. We wailed and gnashed our teeth some more but to no avail. We finally even prayed to the medical gods (Cushing, Abbott, Favalaro, Harvey and even Freud) but it did us no good - our sacred whispers only settled quietly to the damp sweaty ground of Mississippi where they just fungated in the sickening silence. Then, one sickening sad morning I was sitting in my on campus hovel (err dorm), sadly eating my fruitios with the cute little banana slices sadly adorning it, twirling my 571B (my mother in Gulfport had gotten it for me as a Christmas present that year)(THANK ALL THAT IS HOLY!) languidly on my little finger when the words came into my mind - THIS IS THE CURE FOR WHAT AILS THEM! I looked around in shock (I was single and Betina-Jo was asleep over at her place after a late night of holding the hands of the dying little malnourished children in the unit), wondering where the heck did that come from? And then I heard it again, "THIS IS THE CURE FOR WHAT AILS THEM!" "What?" I said out loud to no one in particular (except for the 7,251 cock roaches which I shared my apartment with when Betina was not there). Hesitantly I looked around. "THIS IS THE CURE FOR WHAT AILS THEM!" "Huh?" I looked around and screamed, "WHO ARE YOU AND WHAT DO YOU WANT?" No one responded. I wrung my hands together and then in agony I looked down at them - I had a paper cut from the 571B (I was still holding) on my left pinky. "DAMN YOU! WHO ARE YOU AND WHAT DO YOU WANT?" I screamed. Then it hit me -- like a two-by-four between the eyes! I hit the floor as if I'd had a grand mal. When I came to, 7 roaches were staring at me, with this WTH look on their little faces. Their antennae moved in the stillness. I shooed the roaches back into their corners and got up quickly and then staggered a little (light headed from the recent seizure and dehydration from the typical Jackson heat and humidity). I made it into the kitchen and poured another friendly little roach out of my drinking glass and threw down two quick (but tepid) glasses of tap water. I suddenly had a mission and little time to realize it and take it to its success. I grabbed the Hutzler 571B and my white coat (with handy pocket stethoscope and otoscope and ophthalmoscope and tongue blades and...you get it) and headed out the door. The 571B slid into my pocket like it belonged there, and maybe it just did. At the University hospital I barged brazenly into the kitchen to the utter befuddlement of the staff. "I FIGURED OUT OUR PLAGUE! I'VE GOT THE CURE!" They all looked at me in shock, some desultorily even (looking back all these years, I realized now why - it is so hard to surprise a hospital kitchen worker who can cook pigs feet and collard greens and serve them with a straight face every day, sometimes even mixing in buttered grits?). One rather corpulent worker (I believe she specialized in boiled okra prep) passed out, she was obviously stunned (or incredibly hypoglycemic -- maybe her diabetes was out of control - hard to tell at that exciting moment in my young medical life). I waved the staring and stunned workers aside and pushed 30 pounds of pickled hog's jowls off a food prep area and grabbed a bunch of bananas and let the 571B works it magic. Soon I had several hundred pounds of sliced bananas (the Hutzler truly is miraculous in so many ways), and yelled, "Serve the nanners to the chillens first!" And they did it! It was like a gate had opened and the monkeys overran the banana plantation and I was the chief chimpanzee! I felt on fire, slicing and dicing like a demons spawn, whether right or left bended bananas - it mattered not. There were lives to be saved, and, by GUMBO, I was there to save them! Soon we had served all the patients, then the staff, and finally the doctors and medical students (even the interns each got a slice). Covered in peels and banana muck I finally wearily slowly walked out into the cafeteria. They cheered. A loud roar went up as I walked out into the usually dreary eating area. Hundreds of white coats and white nurse's dresses and even tiny beaming faces from wheelchairs gave me loud huzzahs! I quietly held up the 571B over my head. It was the real hero. Not me. "Speech! SPEECH! SPEECH!" Hundreds voices yelled in unison. I brought the Hutzler down and slid it into my pocket - we were one again, never to be separated. I bowed my head. This moment was almost sacred. After a few long moments, I looked up, and said quietly (the crowd hushed immediately), "It was the Hutzler 571B, not me, that did this. This was just simply scurvy, SCURVY!" I shouted and the crowd quieted more."Run rampant like a pirate horde through our beautiful community and state and the 571B along with a little help from a friend," I smiled, "has turned back the tide this time, THIS TIME! I looked around. "We need to bow our heads and thank the Hutzler family for sharing! They've given us so much!" I was almost crying as the words choked out. The cafeteria was quiet now. And everyone did (bow their heads, not run rampant - it was too hot and humid). We said our thanks that day. And then one by one, we all quietly went back to our mundane existences - I onto a residency out west - my classmates elsewhere - but the 571B was always by my side. And to this day, in a quiet little glassed wall case, buried somewhere deep in the bowels of that university medical center, sits a little bronze memorial to the Hutzler 571B. And somewhere out here in the west, in an old house, weathered by the snow and fierce Utah winds and sun, sits that original Banana Slicer, still with the hardened goo on it from that fateful day it saved thousands of lives, along with the aging doctor who somehow, some way knew when and how to use it. Thank you Hutzler family, and the 571B, we all love you and will forever. Hutzler 571 Banana Slicer

This product saved my career. Ever since I was a boy I would gaze at the stars wondering if there was a god above. Now I know the truth thanks to this banana shaped cookie cutter. During the holidays I would always use bake ginger bread with my grandmother. The secret ingredient for the recipe would only be the tears of my younger self being burned by a cigar. Life had never been the same. I would hide in the attic at night and eat paint chips off the wall until my stomach began to churn. I would sneak downstairs to find something to eat. I was hungry. Afraid. I never knew which day would be my last. Sleeping in a dog kennel every fortnight as a child will do that to you. I began to have nightmares and augmentations of my own reality began to consume the benevolence of my putrid existence. The night sweats and midnight munchies tore away at my soul. I hungered for power. Power more than anything. There's no crying in baseball. Listen to me, mister. You're my knight in shining armor. Don't you forget it. You're going to get back on that horse, and I'm going to be right behind you, holding on tight. Today I considered myself the luckiest man on Earth. Yes; your thoughts betray you. Your feelings for them are strong. Especially for your… sister. So, you have a twin sister. Your feelings have now betrayed her too. Obi-Wan was wise to hide her from me. Now, his failure is complete. If you will not turn to the Dark Side… then perhaps she will… I'm half the man I used to be. That was the last time I firmly grasped a big juicy thick banana. A patron is solving a crossword puzzle, and realizes that he has lost his pen. A waitress says he can borrow hers, and does. SpongeBob says he once lost something: his identity. He recounts the events of last Monday. In the flashback, He wakes up, and throws his blanket into the air, and says: "Good morning, world, and all who inhabit it!" The blanket falls on him, and SpongeBob, not being able to see, falls off his bed and his alarm clock falls on top of his head. He falls down the stairs and the alarm propels him into the window. He feeds Gary, and comments that he has been feeding Gary snail food for years and doesn't even know what it tastes like. He tastes it, is revolted, and his screaming of disgust is sensed at the headquarters of the company that makes the snail food. He looks at the clock and realizes that he is late for work, and quickly gets changed and skips to work. While he is skipping to work, Patrick greets SpongeBob. The Hutzler 571 banana slicer saved my parent's marriage and renewed my faith in God. It is not the me that believes in you, but the you that believes in yourself. Germany; 1943; My heart is pounding; I can hear the German artillery fifty kilometers away; The sergeant told us that we wont be coming home; I think he's right; I hope the letter at I sent back home arrived; Ma always told me that war was never the answer....Hell...I shoulda listened to her..........

This beautiful contraption made out of the shiniest cheaply made plastic has been a real game changer in my life, it’s quite and emotional subject to talk about really. You see I have been getting my masters in aerospace engineering for the past 2 years and for those who don’t know aerospace engineering is a hard corse to take, and in top of that I also met my archnemesis is my class. Every time I see her I want to throw a desk across the room, but then one day I realized all this anger was coming from jealousy because she was doing better than me in the class so I confronted her one day and asked how she was doing so well and she said she didn’t know, so I was like “ok gatekeeper why don’t you tutor me!?!” and she said “bet let’s go” and that’s how our rage tutoring sessions began. Every Monday we meet up at a cafe and just spit out every fact we can about aerospace engineering (because this is what modern tutoring has evolved to) and who ever is smarter just wins and gets “ego points” idk what to call them. Anyway you might be wondering how does this have to do with a banana slicer? Well I’m so glad you asked! You see on top of all of my classes and my rage tutoring sessions making my morning smoothie became so difficult because I was filled with so much rage from tutoring, and I didn’t trust myself to cut a banana in perfectly cut little squares. But then I found this banana slicer my savior! This beautiful wondrous banana slicer (that can only cut bananas that are facing right) made it so easy to cut proportional banana slices that I could blend up in my smoothie (yes my smoothies only consist of bananas) I feel that my entire life’s purpose has been fulfilled since my banana slicer arrived 10 minutes ago. I recommend this product to anyone who is having rage tutoring sessions with a girl who you have known for barely 4 months, or if you just need to cut your bananas into perfectly cut pieces. Either way 10/10, definitely recommend.

I was recently convinced by the majority of positive reviews in this thread to purchase a Hutzler 571B, and this morning I took it out for its inaugural run. In short, I'm pleased and impressed by the Hutzler's performance, but feel that the budget price may have led to some design compromises that, while little more than inconvenient for home users, may make the 571B less suitable for professional use. First, to my experience: I began with a relatively firm banana, of an even yellow tone with no spotting. The banana peeled cleanly, albeit with a bit of softness at the stem end. I was initially concerned that this softness might result in mashing, leading to mush rather than slice, but this didn't prove to be the case. The banana also had a more pronounced curvature than the Hutzler, and I wondered if seepage would be an issue. Nevertheless, I proceeded by positioning the Hutzler over the fruit on a cutting board, and applying pressure to both sides of the device. The Hutzler sliced smoothly and cleanly through the fruit, both sides making contact with the cutting board simultaneously, with satisfying tactile and audible feedback (a soft "click"). There was no seepage, due to the Hutzler's gently beveled edges, which assertively trapped any banana particles that separated from the slices under the unit (see concerns previously mentioned about asymmetric softness). In attempting to add the slices to my in-progress bowl of muesli, however, I encountered the biggest design limitation of the Hutzler 571B: there is no self-cleaning mechanism for ejecting the banana slices from between the blades, requiring use of an additional implement (knife, fork, spoon, chopstick, etc.) or even fingers to remove them. While the time and effort required to perform this task may be trivial for the home user, slicing one or perhaps two bananas at a time, I feel that it would present a bigger obstacle for the professional banana slicer, for whom throughput is everything. For this reason, I cannot give this product a full five stars. Nevertheless, I encourage home users to consider purchasing in a Hutzler 571B, as it will likely be perfectly adequate for their banana-slicing needs, and encourage the company to invest additional capital in perfecting the Hutzler 572.

It all started innocently enough in high school. Some people thought little Billy Epstein and I were gay, but we really took Home Ec class because that was where all the chicks were. We learned a lot in that class - about life, our sexuality, pubescent females and food prep. Our teacher, Ed Banapeel, was very competitive. We sliced and we diced into all hours of the night practicing and hoping that we could all get full-ride scholarships to culinary schools. Banapeel was certain that would elevate his program higher than the football and basketball programs combined. He needed to find a competitive edge and one day found it on Amazon - the Hutzler 571 Banana Slicer. It was faster than anything we had seen before, and clean-up was a breeze. However, the Hutzler 571 is so much more. Being adolescent males, we decided to sneak a Hutzler 571 out of the school to spend more time with it and realize its full potential. We found ourselves in the Home Ec room at the precise moment when Banapeel's morning coffee kicked in and he made a beeline to the bathroom to lighten his load. Little Billy grabbed the Hutzler 571 and jammed it down his pants in a flash. We tried to make our way to the doorway without anybody noticing us, but little Billy caught the attention of every girl in the class (if you know what I mean). As soon as we hit the hallway, we were off and running. We knew we would get in trouble for skipping school, but we didn't care. We had the Hutzler 571 and it was ours. We made it all the way to little Billy's house. We knew we were safe there because his parents both worked during the day. His Mom was a Slinky tester and his Dad licked envelopes for the Publishers Clearinghouse Sweepstakes. In all the excitement after we arrived at his house, little Billy pulled the Hutzler 571 out of his pants a little too quickly. He is now a Eunuch. But our story doesn't end there. We buried the Hutzler 571 in little Billy's backyard to avoid suspicion. However, we had to keep burying it because several dogs and a raccoon kept digging it back up with all of the blood on it. After little Billy had finally healed, we decided to see what the Hutzler 571 could do. After all, we never got that chance before due to little Billy's misfortune. As little Billy was lifting it from the ground, the dogs were all over it, so I grabbed it and threw it like a boomerang. With amazing accuracy it went out about 100 yards and made a perfect turn and trajectory right back to my hand. I didn't have to move. It was just there. Little Billy was awestruck. He tried to do the same thing, but failed miserably (like most paper airplanes he made in his lifetime). Not wanting him to feel bad, I told him that maybe we could play catch with it and use it like a frisbee instead of a boomerang. Poor little Billy lost 2 fingers that day. He was a good sport about it, but never picked up another Hutzler 571. So, I finally had the Hutzler 571 all to myself. I took it out and continued using it like a boomerang and found my accuracy improving exponentially. I started taking out pigeons in mid-flight and progressed to bats at dusk. I was getting the attention of everyone on the neighborhood and crowds started forming to watch me use my new honed skills. The crowds grew and grew even larger. At first I was surprised to see the college scouts, but I was more impressed to learn that Hutzler was after me to found it's very own Hutzler 571 Boomerang League. It was when the Secret Service showed up that I started to get scared. I was afraid that old Banapeel was finally on to me and had figured out I had pinched the Hutzler 571. That wasn't it at all. They wanted me to go skeet shooting with Barack Obama. Don't tell the POTUS, but he never hit a clay pigeon to save his life. It was really me and my Hutzler 571 hiding off in the woods.

Great idea! Great for children in cutting up bananas for snacks or cereal and parents not having to worry about knives and their children cutting themselves. So if you are a parent and want something your children can use safely in cutting bananas this item is the real deal...but if you are looking to air/freeze dry or prepare bananas on a large scale for food storage, camping trips, or etc...this item is clearly not for you as its Very Poor in both design and quality. I have no issues with the item being plastic (again great for kids and safety issues) but for adult uses there are significant design and performance flaws. First, the internal so-called plastic edges are nowhere sharp enough to make clean multiple banana slices. Second, as one knows bananas have a high degree of stickiness and hardness if one doesn't remove the residue immediately after use. (Dishwashers won't even remove banana residues even on metal knives). So if you leave the banana residue on the slicer for any amount of time you have to place it under hot water and scrub each plastic edge to clean it...very time consuming. Third, the design looks fun and simple to use and as I said for kids and small to mediums banana a fun and nice product but for larger bananas its just doesn't work unless you first cut the banana in half. So in closing if you want this for your kids it gets 5 STARS for cuteness, fun and safety, but if you want this for any type of professional or large banana cutting I would give it a 0 STARS...thus three stars. I should have read the item details closer. So my fault in buying it for why I needed it. I guess I was a kid for a moment and loved the concept. :-)

Getting the perfectly sliced banana in the morning has been an elusive task for some time. Using the variety of products that I've ordered off of Amazon.com, I thought I was coming close to a working solution with my Syma 107 helicopter, but it was tricky. You have to have the chopper running on your kitchen countertop at about 50% throttle with you leaning over it. Now drop a pre-peeled banana downwards at the same time you mash the gas. If all works well, at the moment just before the chopper begins to take flight with the rotor blades reaching their peak velocity, the banana drops through them and is perfectly sliced. You must release the throttle rapidly upon completion of the slicing or the chopper will shoot sideways across the kitchen and embed itself into the wall. Needless to say, some technique perfection was required, and if you miss dropping the banana into the blades, you risk having the chopper shoot straight up at you and whack you really good in the face. (hopefully you don't lose and eye or something!) This was starting to work well until I accidentally pulled a frozen banana from the fridge/freezer that I was saving for my next batch of banana bread. Needless to say, the poor little Syma helicopter wasn't up to the challenge and the ensuing shrapnel bomb explosion of small parts and gears filled my kitchen like a chinese firecracker. -it's a good thing I wear glasses! Back to Amazon.com for a better solution, I thought I'd try upgrading to the Double Horse helicopter that they keep recommending to me. -almost like my life isn't complete without a bigger helicopter or something. I mean, they're still recommending it to me right now at the bottom of this screen! Anyways, with a new larger helicopter, it handles the bananas easily, and even with the peel on. You can try bigger fruit like pears and pineapples, but stay away from spherical objects like apples, oranges with the peel on, and eggs with the shells intact. The only real downside to the larger helicopter was that if you aren't perfectly timed with the throttle/collective adjustments, it can take off like a rocket. Getting hit by one of these is very unforgivingly painful, and I hear that noses don't grow back quite so fast and I'm already on my 3rd pair of eyeglasses for the month. Thankfully a friend of mine told me about the 571B Hutzler Banana Slicer. I had no idea that such things existed. I have an apple-corer, a pineapple push processor, but never would I have thought about a banana slicer! Wow! What a world of difference this makes. You have no idea what it's like to wake up in the morning and not be dreading getting hit by a helicopter in the face. This completely changes my day. Thank you Hutzler for such an amazing product, and thank you Amazon.com for all the stuff that makes life better. I had no idea what my life was lacking until I started shopping here.

This past Christmas was my girlfriend and I's first Christmas together. Things have been going great and needless to say, I really wanted to impress her and get her a gift she would never forget. I went to the mall, searched online, nothing really seemed to stand out and say "I Love You". The first obvious choice was jewelry because all women love jewelry. But I thought "this is no average woman, she deserves more than an average gift". While looking around on Amazon, I came across the Hutzler 571 Banana Slicer. At first, I didn't pay it much attention and continued my search but kept coming back to it. It seemed like a great gift but was it really the "perfect" gift? It seemed almost too good to be true. The more I thought about it, the more it made sense. She loves bananas and I started to think about all the time she would save with this wonderful gift. More time for us to go out. More time to talk on the phone. More time for...stuff other than cutting bananas. I put in my order and the Hutzler 571 arrived promptly at my doorstep. I won't lie, it was hard to not keep this fantastic gift for myself but I managed to resist. I ordered this well ahead of time and almost let the cat out of the bag several times from sheer excitement and joy at the thought of how impressed and happy she will be. I kept telling myself though that it will be the greatest Christmas present she ever gets and it would be worth the wait. A few weeks go by and Christmas day is here. I had bought her other gifts but they were nothing compared to this. They were good, but this was perfect. One by one, she opens her presents and expresses her excitement and appreciation but I can tell none of them really wowed her. Then she came to the final gift, the Hutzler 571. At first, she had no clue what it could have been due to the odd shape of the package (it's banana shaped). But I knew what lied inside. She slowly peeled back the wrapping revealing the treasure that awaited her. It took her a minute to register it as I can imagine she never thought in a million years that a guy she had been dating for only a few short months, would have gotten her a gift so fitting and perfect. I could see the wheels starting to turn and a bright smile shot across her face. She leaped up off the couch and jumped into my arms hugging me and kissing me. "How did you know?" she said. In all her life, she never imagined she would meet a man as amazing as me and I really proved my value with the greatest gift she had ever received. Here it is just a few weeks after the holidays and things couldn't be better with us. Our relationship was doing well and we were both very happy but things have been so much better since Christmas. We have been discussing plans of moving in together, marriage, and even children. I can only take part of the credit for how wonderful our relationship is but I know the good people at Hutzler really are the ones who deserve the credit for making my life the fairy tale that it is.

Tudo certo

Ce coupe bananes est formidable pour mes sandwiches au beurre d’arachides le matin, coupe égal, et je m’amuse comme un fou, il est facile d’entretenir ce modèle et va au lave vaisselle 🤓

Super util! Y muy seguro para q lo usen niñ@s también.

Compense largement le peu de sûreté / régularité de mes découpes : les rondelles de banane sont parfaites et c'est un outil que je recommande lorsqu'on veut faire des garnitures à la banane.

I don't know why I bought this. Certainly, we eat bananas but not in little discs. This is not the manufacturers fault so five stars for being exactly as expected.