“Dead Bananas” is in 12th Street Journal’s 10th issue. Peels on Park Avenue.   There is a brown banana sitting on a fruit rack. The dark-wood fruit rack has three tiers that taper to its top. It is a prop reminiscent of the Dutch masters—the scenes they studied with oil paints. If you were to inspect it more closely, you would find a thin layer of dust that gives the rack its Old World earthiness—a real craquelure quality. The banana isn’t alone on the fruit rack: there is a globe of garlic, with one clove missing. Hard, green tips protrude from…