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is a lycopersicon esculentum, also known as a tomato.
Is it a fruit, or is it a vegetable? I don't even care. It's gross.
I have been disgusted by the gooey red disaster of a salad ingredient since the day its smooth skin touched my pallet. This is no simple dislike. With all my heart and soul, I can honestly say I would rather lose an eye than chew and swallow even a piece of a tomato.
I know what you're thinking. She probably ate too many tomatoes when she was younger and is sick of them. She probably hasn't tried one in a while. She probably hasn't tried one grown fresh in a garden. NO. I have tried them fresh from a garden. I have tried them recently when my mother tried to slip one in my food and I gagged as I spit it on my plate. I do not now, nor will I ever enjoy a tomato.
Now, that's not to say I have negative feelings for any and every tomato bi-product. In fact, I eat, and love, salsa, tomato sauce, ketchup, even bruschetta. But a naked tomato-yuck. Gives me the chills even typing the word.
On our first date, my boyfriend put a bowl of cherry tomatoes on the table, lightly salted. He's lucky I ever went on a second date.
Which is why, I can say, I am elated that those stinky good-for-nothing round red globs are being taken off the shelves. Look:
http://timesunion.com/AspStories/story.asp?storyID=695193&category=FRONTPG&BCCode=HOME&newsdate=6/11/2008
Forget "just the Romas." Let's take them all off the shelves!
