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I've had a weird relationship with tomatoes over the years. Or, more like, a gradually emerging one.
Aparently, when I was three years old I liked them. I do not remember that. I only remember hating them. Until about age thirteen.
Mignonne and I used to share Subway sandwiches (to save money). Back then, the vegetarian kind was called, "Veggies and Cheese." Now it is the "Veggie Delight." We would get cheese, lettuce, mustard, vinegar, oil, and tomatoes. I'd pick the tomatoes off my side, until Mignonne suggested I just try one. I did. And, I had to admit, it added something to the sandwich. From then on, all my Subway sandwiches had tomatoes.
For a few years, the only time I ate tomatoes was on Subway sandwiches, but gradually I started eating them on other sandwiches! And on pizza! And in salad (but only if they were sliced thinnly)!
These days, I'm pretty much a tomato eater. The exception to this has been with cherry tomatoes. I don't know why, but those things have always grossed me out. Until a few weeks ago!
I ordered a salad that ended up having six or so cherry tomatoes in it. I ate around them until they were the only things left. But I was so hungry that day that I finally ate them, too. I found that if I try to take a bite out of one, it still grosses me out, but if I pop the whole thing into my mouth at once and crunch into it, I can handle it. I even... like it.
So, I bought some. And I'm having them with my lunch right now. I have to say, the teeniest, tiniest ones seem to be best for me. There is one here that is so big, I almost gag looking at it.
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