I’ve always, always, always hated tomatoes. Sure, I’ve enjoyed ketchup or marinara sauce but anything close to raw? No. Heavens no, that’s the worst.
At some point, as a teenager, I started allowing a slice of tomato on my hamburger every so often. But even then it usually landed on the plate before the burger was more than half-way eaten. Tomatoes and I just weren’t meant to be friends.
But then…. Continue reading