All my life I've hated raw tomatoes. They're slimy, squishy, and one ill place squirt can take your eye out. With that being said, I don't mind cooked, sun-dried, minced, fried, or otherwise transformed tomatoes.
This hatred of raw tomatoes has always been a source of shame and disbelief for my mother. And my dear grandmother always offered me a tomato hoping I'd change my mind. But no luck. I have tried and tried....still don't like them raw.
And then there was a child born. Her name is McKinley. I know, without a doubt, my Grandmother Elaine had a good long talk with her in heaven. I believe she instructed little miss McKinley on all the wonderful properties of a tomato. Well, Grandma, it worked.
Little miss McKinley can spot a tomato from fifty yards away. She points, says please, then rushes to her chair for a delightful snack. A trip to the farmer's market is almost sensory overload. Whole tables full of tomatoes just waiting to be eaten.
So I will stick to the fried green, the sun-dried, and the lovely salsas. That is, if I can get any off the vine without McKinley hijacking them. And Yes Grandma, I'll try just one bite. Just for you.
2 comments:
I hate raw tomatoes too...unfortunately I have to eat about 1 million vegetables per day which means sooner or later, raw tomatoes are going to have to pass these lips. I knew we were related! :)
I'm with McKinley - nothing better than a tomato right off the vine!
Yum!
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