This is going to sound silly.
As a kid, I couldn’t stand them. Mom would serve them up in a salad and I’d pick them out and leave them on the side of the plate. I’d pull them out of a hamburger and not eat them.
I’m talking about the tomato. I just couldn’t eat them.
I think it all started when I was about seven. We usually got off the bus with our cousins and this one day, my cousin sliced up a tomato as a snack. She sprinkled it with salt and pepper and shared half of it with me.
That night, I got sick. We’re talking throwing up, toilet hugging, three days with a fever sick.
Of course I associated getting sick with the tomato since that’s what I threw up the first time.
It would be years before I could eat one again.
Now I can’t get enough of them.
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I’ve met a surprising number of people who can’t stand tomatoes. I really don’t get it because I’ve always absolutely loved them. Then again, there are other foods I can’t stand that are other people’s favorites. There’s no accounting for taste.
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